Art.
It's something I feel. It's something so deeply embedded in my being. I need it. It's fulfillment of a desire to express. It's the appreciation of another's desire fulfilled.
But it is also elusive. I'm stuck somewhere in the tension between desire and fulfillment. For writers its called writer's block. I don't know what you call it for anyone else. I'm one of those people that when I reach out my hand I don't know whether it will grab a guitar or a pen. And if I touch my pen to paper, I don't know whether it will write or draw. Sometimes I feel without a niche. But other times I just feel lucky. Right now I feel stuck.
Between desire and fulfillment.
