Once upon a time, I use to draw, paint or sew until my hands ached, my back hurt and my contacts would be so dry they'd fall out. Even in college, some of my worst times, I loved this deep down. When you loose all sense of time. When your lost in your work, something that has flowed purely from your heart. It's like great sex, it's gratifying, exhilarating, and leaves you completely drained after. I can be complimented a million times by patients, told I'm doing awesomely at work, but nothing is as fulfilling as stepping back from a piece after hours or days even and thinking 'Did I really make this?'
I stumbled on this little video today and it made me long for those times.
Moonshine: Artist After Dark