The point of that thought is that I'm thinking about taking an art class. I went to the Tucson Festival of Books on Saturday and the only flyer I picked up was from a place called The Drawing Studio. I seem to be particularly interested in drawing and painting these days. Wanting to be artistic happens to me every year. Sometimes it's photography, sometimes it's videography, sometimes it's something else. Right now it's painting/drawing/calligraphy.
In the past, I would have thought, "This is a sign of my true passion and what I should be doing with my life!" (because that's how I am). Now I relate it to doing dishes or the laundry: it just needs to be done. The desire for art will last...maybe a month at the most...and then I will cycle on to another interest. Probably psychology. I think that's a late spring/early summer habit.
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