Social neglect

I’ve been hibernating in my studio more in the past couple of weeks than I’ve been able to for months, now, and am cherishing every moment.  Whether I am at the easel, drawing or just reading and blogging about it, I am here in my cave, breathing in the glorious odor of paint, mineral spirits and the coffee that is perpetually brewing.   I’ve hung better lighting, which makes it all so much easier in the night hours to get the color right the first go around.  Unfortunately for the other activities in my life, I have been neglecting what little social life I’ve had, but have been more productive and happy.  I occasionally get those pangs of guilt, but then I can’t afford to jeopardize what I’ve been longing for – time to get out all that is twittering around in my head.  It is not that I don’t enjoy the relationships I’ve made over the years, but I have learned to become selfish for my own good.  My expressive creativity bears too many rewards to ignore when it calls.  The sociability of artists is a paradoxical and precarious thing, and ceases the instant they begin their actual artistic work. – (R. G. Collingwood)

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