I'll be honest

I haven't even been inside my studio in a month. I imagine spiders. And mold.
I did a few pieces around. But they were quick, put together in my car as I was driving.
I feel embarrassed. This is a confession.
Why haven't I?
It's raining. It's dark all the time. I don't have the time. I have other things to do.
No one notices my works. Why bother? All this work for nothing. No fame, no money.
No one to say "did you do that?"
I'm getting nothing with my art here.

On the flip side, I can't give up. I have to remember what I came from. And hope that I can reach it again, here. If I can make it here, I can do anything anywhere. I am an artist! in the words of Katie.

I, Matt, promise to go into my studio each day this week. And to permanently change one thing in this town by Saturday night.