The book I most enjoyed reading last year was Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear. She tells how she made a vow to writing. The vow was not that writing would have to provide for her, but a promise to spend her life doing it, to always stay close to it. Some of Gilbert's thoughts are written here.

So, thinking about the dedication of artists to the work. "Steal a camera if you have to, but stop whining and get back to work.” Last month I read Just Kids. The focus on the work is there in the lives of Smith and Mapplethorpe. Even watching the Super Bowl halftime show I was thinking about this, about Lady Gaga, theatrics aside, working her ass off (1) to get to that moment and (2) in that moment itself.

Today's professional research into Pinterest led me to click on a pin that took me to "Upper Moose Lake", from Am I Alone Here? by Peter Orner:
Lily accepts the fact that her mediocre paintings are going to end up either rolled up under someone’s bed or in an attic somewhere or, more likely, thrown out with the trash. Even so, she’ll paint. She’ll paint. What choice has she got but to paint? The only way to honor her visions of Mrs. Ramsay and those lost days is to try to get them down. Come what may. The failure to capture the vision is the vision.
This gets filed in my brain alongside the new mantra: "Nevertheless, she persisted."

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