This Moroccan man dwells within his canvas. His surroundings are spartan but aesthetically pleasing. He has only the basics but funnily his posture is that of a king, on his thrown, in his castle, within his domain. The air in the Atlas mountains is clean and invigorating. His mind is probably clear. Art surrounds him. As artists we must do the same. If it does not reach every corner of your life then you are not an artist. If you are not obsessed and insomniac and probably viewed by others as insane then you're likely not there. I don't mean you should contrive a facade, I mean dive so deep you are lost to the perceptions of others, perpetually functioning in a creative state, living in your painting. Once we've been there we know there is no other better way to exist.
