The drive never let up. It was ever forceful and guilt-provoking, always heckling me to get focused, to get disciplined, to quit wasting precious time, to start making difficult decisions about what and who would have to be cut out of my life so that work would always be first. It was drive that insisted I start the long apprenticeship in learning wherein one must Practice and practice and practice and begin to become one with the medium. It soon became very clear to me that nearly every obstruction with few exceptions could fall under the mantle of procrastination. So procrastination had to be thouroughly examined, understood and ruthlessly dealth with.Earlier on, I had encouraged dialogues with other talented people about their dedication to their art forms. But so often these dialogues lapsed into excuse-making sessions about why work was not getting done or even made. Suddenly I realized, who cares? Who cares about work that never gets made? Who cares about talents never used or fulfilled? The only thing that matters in the end is that the talent has evolved, has been nourished, and that a legacy has been left behind. Millions of excuses do not create legacys.
Nancy Crow-Fiber and Quilt artist-pioneer in bringing art quilts the recognition and credibility they deserve.
Nancy Crow-Fiber and Quilt artist-pioneer in bringing art quilts the recognition and credibility they deserve.
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