Art, Interrupted is a movement, or rather an immovement about life and how life and all of it’s intricacies can set pause on the ability of an artist to create.

Life gets in the way. Art takes a back seat.

procrastination has been the monkey on the back that's been carried for countless years by most artists.

While it’s easy to blow it off as an excuse, or chalk it up to laziness (which isn’t to say it’s not), the search for deeper meaning and reasoning. churning inside, looking back at life and seeing all of the signs of motivation and inspiration. parents always encouraging imagination and supplying with comic books, while grandparents always fostering the artistic side by gifting pens and paper. aunts always praising the work and keeping it on display for everyone to see.

So what could hold the artist back?

Could it be work getting in the way? Could it be social life and lifestyle? Could it be lack of accessibility to the tools required? Could it be family life? Could it be lack of motivation? Or could it just be all in the head?

Personal responsibility. the artist could take any one of those “excuses” and mold it into the justification needed to fit reasoning. But at what point is the artist culpable for their own fate? 

The only way to move forward is to turn around and walk away from those “excuses” and place pencil to paper, paint to brush, ink to nib. How to be inspired, motivated, prodded along. Which direction? What is the next movement?

It's not a movement, it's an immovement. It is Art, interrupted.