We met a young man with four cats in his truck.
“I can’t seem to do art. They ask me for more art,” he says.
“I’m 83, take it from me, do what you love.” my father replied.
“Only do it if you can’t not do it, and don’t do it for anyone else.”
“Find the thing you really love. Do that and only that.”
You have to ask yourself, “Am I doing art to be an artist, or is art just what I do?”
The young man raised his eyes,
“It’s no accident we met today.
I was going somewhere else.
I came here.
It’s synchronicity.”
He pet his cat and tilted his head, then smiled.
