a high from making art

yesterday I got really high from making art. I’ve felt this feeling many times before — but recently it’s been more potent, or perhaps I’m just more aware of how it feels.

what does it feel like? like being in love, or like being possessed, or like being in a dream. like actually having smoked, or having danced an hour of tango, or after a long and satisfying run — when the world is silent and the world in your head is also silent. and there is nothing but the moment, and the moment itself feels infinite. endless. immense. a single drop, like an ocean.

I can feel it in my body. it feels like floating. it feels like looking into the eyes of the one you love, and feeling the entire world dissolving. there is nothing else. no one else. there is no yesterday, and no tomorrow.

it is a truly addictive feeling. and unlike other addictions, you’re left with something tangible — something you made. holding truth and beauty.

I think this is the high I will be chasing this year.