Mark Golomb The journey through this life has many inspirations for each of us. Sometimes if we are lucky and persevere, the result is an object of beauty to us and others. Many times we fall short and try again. Such is the life of anyone with a creative drive. It rules our every waking moment, needing to be satisfied, cannot be ignored.

A long time ago, for me, artwork was work. I thought of it as work and it was. Striving to create something recognizable, and untimately in demand. That was long ago, art is now relaxation, therapy, fun. While sculpting, painting, sketching, and cartooning, time flies, hours fly by unnoticed. Background eclectic music plays as each takes shape, whether it be outdoors, a basement, or the living room. Works in demand in many galleries both physical and online make the hours necessary, and there is nothing I would rather do. Nature begs to be recreated in wire sculpture and on the canvas. I find myself pulling over to take pictures on any drive, finding unique clouds or a tree.
Sunsets and views of broad valleys barely make it home to be downloaded and I'm priming a canvas, rushing to produce the image.