This thing we call "Art"

For the longest time I use to calculate every brush stroke, every color.  I would allow myself to be completely consumed by the thought process of creating "worthy art".  Art worth putting into this world that others would find pleasing and awe inspiring.  That's a lot of pressure to be resting on my brush.  More pressure then I ever should have put on myself.  More pressure than in the end I could handle.  Then, it happened, enlightenment.  I completely gave up on thinking about how to create this "great thing" called "Art" and simply stopped thinking and starting just doing art.  As if art were a state of being, or an action.  Not that I was creating "art" but that I was taking part in it!  Now I find peace, in painting, in drawing, in creating.  The final product is now less important.  I do not end with a piece that others must find pleasing, but instead, a memento that "art" had taken place... if only as a reminder to myself. 

P.S. its best to paint with a friend.