if it wasn't for the work...there wouldn't be any more work

work. it's not the job. the job takes place during the day and you are provided with a paycheck for the job. work, or the work is something that is happening all the time. it is a continuous study. an execution. art. in motion. work sometimes feels like the job or a job, but step back for a moment and you will find it is nothing like it. it's not the job. I've said this already. I know. it's not the job.

to continue the work you must struggle, suffer, survive...unless you have a silver spoon. it's o.k. if you do, but don't expect to show up on 24 after a brief stint on NYPD Blue and nothing much else in between. a silver spoon may feed you, but it rarely keeps you in motion. i say rarely because rarely it is the silver spoon that puts a fork in us all, shows us all that we are merely here, that they are the man...in art, this is rare. most silver spoons show up with a phone in their ear and give nothing back to the community.

work happens in a community. alone we are walking the earth. together we keep it revolving. evolving. taxing, i know. we're all tired, burnt out, exhausted, cashed, passed, finished...the work has just began. that extra push, the additional pull, genius is around the corner and lurking in the shadows where the sidewalk ends. down and out is where we all begin.

i've been working for a while now. known it was going to be work for a while now. that's what we all need to know. work is work. it is not play, but it is fun. it is exciting and it is rewarding. it is our chance to band together. for purpose. to speak and listen and act. to design and write and build. pursue. until we are blue in the face. honestly, i wouldn't have it any other way.

which way will you have it?