If an artist spends a lot of time alone, does the artist have time for people, or do artists obsess over art? And does the worth we want to convey in our art somehow diluted by our neglect of real life, people and life’s concerns? I would like to think not.
Life imitates art?
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Sharing since 1986. I like using words and expressing and articulating my thoughts in stories, reviews, articles, poetry, and other kinds, and in chatting about writing. My first publications were the high school magazine and the national youth newspaper. From there I published in Reality, GiveWay (Later called Transmission), Crosslink, Kid's Highway, Entertainmentnutz.com, Challenge Weekly, Daystar, The Dominion Post, The Evening Post, Otago Daily Times, Eco-Living, Cutting Edge, Communiqué, Christian Herald, Church Times, Good News Paper, Wel-Com, Youth Worker, Anglican Taonga, Faces Mag, Beliefnet, The Secret Place, and the Upper Room devotional. View all posts by peteswriting
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