Sometimes the point is just to be living. Doing work, having a schedule, being busy, being responsible even — they are all necessary parts of life. But I found too that walking down the hallway and noticing the carpet gives me a different relatedness to time. And noticing whatever just happens to be around — not in an artistic way, but in a very non-artistic way — I discovered that this is important too. Sometimes you have to take time to just notice that life is here all around you.
There is a way of being that is to life/work/responsibility what a scribble is to painting.
I thought that being an artist made me a better observer — and in a technical sense, it’s probably true that artists observe some aspects of things more astutely than do the non-artists. But I failed to realize that paying attention to things without making any purpose of it — to merely look around, to watch and wander through at least parts of the day — I discovered that I needed this. It has been like taking a vacation to another planet.
Only the planet is this planet. I have landed on earth. And it’s a pretty nice place.