Day 0349

Insufficient time to research, read, paint as much as I would like today. Know very well I am an artisan not an artist, and I don't like it. Probably should be concentrating my efforts elsewhere; writing is the next and final creative outlet where I may yet distinguish myself from utter mediocrity. And that is precisely why I haven't ever written anything, because if I don't achieve any merit through writing I will finally have exhausted all my options and revealed myself to myself as the second-rate try-hard I dread.

Enjoying tremendously the biography of Wittgenstein.