After two days of spring-like weather, it's winter again. Gem needs to go out whatever the weather so I've got her snacks in the pocket of every coat. This is the way of March. I always feel somewhat responsible due to it being my birthday month. Not for the weather itself, but for the hopes of those who believe spring has come. Yes, it's delusional, but only harmlessly so. I've got greater delusions.
I've been working on collages this week and, although I'm not claiming they are on a par with songwriting, they are an expression of my aesthetic in their own way. This makes me think of certain musicians I've known who took up oil painting and painted very badly. Ha. Artists sometimes suffer an over-abundance of confidence. Well, it's a requirement of bolstering the ego against all the naysayers, of which there are many, whatever one's level of skill or talent.
I believe in the things I make. I can't help it. I just do.