I find the major art I practice relies on the minor art I practice in the small moments.
Notes to my kids, a lovingly prepared meal. Even a well-made bed or a clean kitchen counter.
Tackling these small tasks with the same detailed attention I give to my art doesn’t deplete me – it buoys me and gives me the strength to take on my art.
The stories are wrong – being an artist doesn’t require ignoring your life. It doesn’t require foregoing the little art of a life well-lived and well-loved.
For me, the two go hand in hand.