The way I've been making clothes so far has felt starkly similar to the way I paint. I guess it's only natural. And my goal for my business is to make artwork you can wear, so if it didn't feel like I was painting with fabric then I'd be concerned. This natural evolution into creating art-wear has felt like a burst of fresh air into my creative life. Yes, technically I'm creating an inventory of items to sell, working tirelessly, but I get so lost in the joy of the process of making that it stops feeling like anything resembling work, but instead a creative trance. One to delve deep into and get utterly lost in. This is always my happy place. On occasion, I'll look at my work, including this fabric piece, and it starts to appear to me as a hallucination that's taken physical form. Sadly I can't hole up in a room making paintings all day every day, otherwise I'd go insane. Balance is welcome. I'm always seeking it. But some days are exactly that, especially recently: me holed up in my creative space, making art all day. Eventually I'd like this to occur in my own house, plus a garden to take care of, animals, a family. Everyone wants their own little piece of bliss, and some people, me included, even go so far as to suss it out in extreme detail in their imaginations. I'll get there eventually. You live what you create. Create your life and be constantly surprised.