It kind of seems to me that being an artist is similar to what I assume being addicted to drugs or alcohol feels like. At least in one way. It may just be me but I know that when I do a picture I think turned out pretty well I get sort of a ‘high’. I find myself excited about it, wanting to hurry and post it and see what other people think of it. But, soon enough, my high fades as I look at it more and see all the flaws and reality sets in. Which just makes me more anxious for the next one so I can try and reclaim that euphoria. If only for a short time. And as I get older it takes more and more accomplished work to attain that feeling. Sort of like a drug addict needing to continue to up their dose to get the same effect. One of the differences between my ‘art high’ and drug addiction is that I haven’t found myself trying more often to get it like an addict would. Quite the opposite in fact. It has become so difficult to hit it that I find myself trying less often.
I may be the only one who sees these parallels but it would kind of explain why so many artistic people tend to become addicts of one kind or another. Especially when you look at it historically. It becomes a lot easier to just take a drug to achieve that epiphany rather than struggle at the drawing board, typewriter or guitar. I guess that’s where passion comes in. I draw a lot less than I did 20 years ago but I still love it. I could never give it up completely.