This is where my Creative Lewie journey begins. I've been thinking over the last year or so about putting together a TED style talk to do with creativity. About the life of an artist (in this case; me) from the early days and on... and on... and on...
You cannot anticipate what is going to happen along the way, where the twist and turns will appear but as an artist, as an expressive being, you always have your work to pull you through. It reflects where you are at, it relieves the demands and pressures of common and daily things, it allows for an escape, it challenges.
After a time, maybe a few years, maybe ten, maybe double that - you realise that, it's for real. It's what you do. It's what you were made to do. At a certain point you stop trying to impress or sway - you just ... I guess the word is 'release'.
You realise that there is no point in trying to be anything other than who you are. You find your style (through trial and error, experimentation, practice (and more practice). Things fall into place. It becomes not about the destination. You grow to love the journey. You earn your place.
Part of you is worn down. Part of you is disappointed. Part of you; disillusioned. But you have come to far to go back. You're no good for anything else. And, it's at this fucking point that you may just make something worthwhile.