Why do I stand out in the heat with my chainsaw knowing that my back will be bothering me the rest of the day? Why do I work in shop where I roast in the summer and freeze I the winter? Why do I spend hours daydreaming about what I want to make next in my shop? Why do I work so hard to buy more and more tools?
No one has a gun to my head, I don’t have to make furniture, turn bowls, draw, or blog about this for that matter. We won’t go the poor house if I stop. So why do I do this? I think it is part of me. It defines (part of) who I am. I know I would simply be miserable if I could not create or express myself through my art. Even when we are at the beach on vacation, I am always looking for materials or inspiration. I simply can’t help myself.
Conclusion: I craft, therefore I am.
Comments? Anyone else feel the same way?