Now that I’ve long acknowledged the separate nature of my art from myself, I put the onus on my art to interest me enough to make it. 

I no longer launch ahead in a workmanly mindset with hours and hours of regularly scheduled art materials activity, taunting or daring my art to enter that time and make use of me and the materials. 

Instead I do other things. Read. Write. Play music. Fish. All the while remaining attentive to art’s stirrings. 

When art becomes active within me I indulge it instantly. Materials come to hand. Things are made. 

Then that work is finished, and I return to other things.