As an artist it's hard to find the balance between personal and professional. Where does the artist stop and where do YOU really begin?
How to balance between the passion of your art and he loneliness it brings? How do you still make room for your personal life and the people you're pushing away? It's a strange reality we live in as artists. Only be happy to never be happy with our work. Chasing perfection, hoping to never reach it. If we would ever complete our goal we would be lifeless, hopeless, lost. We need the craving, we need the hunger. We always stand on the other side of the fence. We are not logic. We are anything but perfect. We are artists and we live in duality.