Honestly the best part of being a working artist is getting to actually work as an artist, something I often forget when deadlines are looming and sorting through red tape and all the very practical and often tedious realities of what it means to make this work fill much of my time. I'm thankful for the occasional moments of clarity. If it is indeed true that absence makes the heart grow fonder then perhaps it's the rarity of these moments that allow me to appreciate them at all? Nevertheless I am grateful when they come, now back to work.