Iâ€™ve been madly cleaning house in for a dinner party Iâ€™m hosting on Sunday. Among the things in my clutter was a 2007 pocket datebook, which I was about to throw away… when I noticed the notes Iâ€™d taken during my trip to Europe with Mandy last spring. Okay, itâ€™s a keeper. Written inside the front cover is this quote by painter Georges Rouault, which I remember copying down while at the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam:
You might as well deprive me of air, light, wine, coffee, and white bread, or of my precious friendships, as take away from me my â€œpainterly keyboard.â€Â
I wrote it down because it spoke to me, it spoke directly to the passion that I feel for my line of work, at a time when I was afraid that the creative aspects of my job might be pulled out from under me when I returned to the States. I often think about how lucky I am that Iâ€™ve known, since childhood, what I wanted to do for a living.
If youâ€™re not doing something you feel passionately about, youâ€™re starving yourself.