In response to Steve (aka Poison Pen), I have that fire in the belly feeling. It takes the form of an itch to have a pen in my hand and splash color over everything. I'm no Grandma Moses and at this stage in my life I really doubt I would ever make a living at this (not many people do I guess). What I want is to just do it. Just draw, color, learn new things and share what I've done. I guess it's something like outsider art. Those people had an absolute need to create and it didn't matter if anyone ever saw their work or not. It was simply not something they could not do. They had no choice. I feel like that. It's like breathing now. I'm more fortunate. I live in the era of the blog so I can share what I create.

And it's a good thing too. When I show my stuff to friends they can't seem to understand why I bother. Why bother with a website, why a blog, why draw that picture or make that quilt or that doll. What are going to do with it? I'm not doing anything with it. I'm creating it, that's the "doing with it". And now I can share that journey (and it really is one) with the world. And that person out there in Kansas or Italy or Japan will see it and maybe feel a little less odd, a little more connected and motivated to keep on creating. That's what this blog has done for me. I connected to a community of artists I never would have known existed except for this.

Well, gee that felt good. Thanks Steve.