On Mortality

Our mortality walks beside us hour by hour. So I am learning to be proactive in my optimism and to not indulge my inner critic.

I am here for such a short period of time on this earth. I am a flawed person who continues to make mistakes even as I try to be better. My art is what it is. It is what I want to make, even if I am the only person out of the 7 billion people out there who likes it. Life is just too damn short to be criticizing myself so harshly on such a frequent basis. Teaching and learning, yes. Criticizing, no. I must be kind about my work and not hold myself to impossible standards. Say nice things to yourself!

Death is holding one of my hands already. Love should be holding the other.