I have, on occasion, thought I must be mad. I contemplate the unthinkable..shutting out all that seems comfortable and expected, important and worthwhile. I fantasize about a total lack of responsibility, a vintage camper and nothing to direct my focus but beauty and random strangers. I imagine that I’ll fill my time with bursts of creativity. Not only painting, but writing plays and stories, comedy, songs, playing music, and inventing something not yet seen. I think about dancing, alone, or not. I enjoy the unobstructed luxury of pouring myself fully into whatever creative endeavor takes my fancy, and perhaps something brilliant spills out. Attention to diverse endeavors, and the boldness to jack up and fail will produce something more than the predictable five-o’clock uncorking and numbness that seems to wrap up the day. I have a curiosity that seems to be insatiable; therefore I don’t always bother to attempt the quench. But, I’m getting pretty thirsty. My new endeavor… share your thirst.