I wonder sometimes why I bother with art. With blogging, with paper crafting, with stringing stupid pine cones and felt leaves around the apartment. Crafts, paint, camera. Why? What do these things matter?
I don't know.
But I do know this.
When the bills are piling high and we are scrounging for loose change, I suddenly want to create.
When the days are short and the sun sets far too soon, I want to cut and paste.
When things get too loud in my head, I want to write.
When I need to see the beautiful things in this ordinary life, I reach for the camera.
And that's all I know. And maybe that's all that matters.