My obsessions do change over time.
For the first 30 years of my life, creating art was my obsession. I used to look at my talent as a God-given gift that seemed to have been given to me. But I'm sitting here, 36 years old, and despite being a lifelong artist, the thought of picking up some more art supplies and doing my art again bores me greatly. There were days I could sit down at my art table and draw all day and all night long. And today, the thought of spending that much time doing art just about makes me nauseous. I get a tiny panic attack when I think about being bound that long again.
I NEVER suspected my art talent was an obsession. Turns out my talent wasn't a God-given ability after all. It was the result of my obsessive tendencies. When I was young, I was going to be big. I was going to make a name for myself and bring a little prestige to the family because of my talent. But here I am today, 36 years old, fat, bald and poor. My art is rotting away a portfolio tucked behind a book case. And I haven't created a new piece of art in more than two years. I used to create about 1,000 pieces of art in two years time. And today my art supplies are drying up and wasting away from neglect.
My new obsession is motorized bicycles. Mounting a 2-stroke or 4-stroke engine to a bicycle frame. Effectively turning my bicycle into a moped. I find myself having the same fascination with motorized bicycles these days as I used to have with art.
I still am in shock that I look at myself and I no longer think of myself as an artist.