This crazy artist question has always intrigued me. I know some nice and sane artists and I know some bat shit nuts artists (you know who you are). I fall somewhere in the middle. I have issues with procrastination, depression, anxiety and chips and queso. I try not to burden others with my many neurosis, but sometimes they escape and run around the house in their underwear (boxer-briefs).
Anyway, enjoy this week where we delve into the artistic psyche. Delve is a fancy word that means dive. And since my psyche is quite shallow I’ll have to be careful I don’t break my neck.