The artist's mind is usually pretty busy, planning, conjuring, creating and imagining.

It can be tiring, and distracting but still fulfilling and exciting and chance falling into depression if the well of inspiration runs dry.

So why do we allow ourselves to live this kind of life? Certainly there must be easier things to occupy our minds and hearts...I'm sure there are, but hey, artsie, ask yourself this: "What Else Are You Going To Do"?

Being an artist is not a choice, it's who you are.