I often wonder if the people who worry about Nova Scotia Boats at Low Tide
watercolor painting workaholics so much ever really liked their own work enough to want to work 100 hours a week on a project for the love of it. I myself would shrivel up if I had to do research and statistics all day long. The meaning of work is totally different for the artist. Even though it is called work, it brings a deep joy and a self purpose when someone is driven to work on what they love to do. So perhaps the case studiers and researchers have never experienced this overwhelming excitement deep inside the pit of the soul of artists/workaholics in accomplishing or getting closer to a goal. I doubt that the researchers ever have, or else they might understand why we have to do what we do. It is something that 'gets in your blood' and you can't let it go or even want to let it go. It has a strong pull like the tide and you become a force to be reckoned with when the creative flow starts. There is no shutting it off.

The error young Grouzet makes is not
Florida Flag
Charles Peck at work understanding Sir Winston Churchill's, Francis Bacon's or Gautama Buddha's quotes in your letter. There are those for who work is a distasteful burden to shoulder in order to accomplish an unrelated end. It is made possible by the advantages gained through subjecting oneself to that which is onerous. There are those fortunate ones who live and breathe their play/work which is that which they love, look forward to, and want to do, which include of every persuasion of artist and scientist. In other words, those who are engaged in life with joy and curiosity are able to secure sustenance from that which they do. In the end Grouzet has created a palliative for those enslaved to the 'factory' without dealing with the root causes. These folks need to get to the place where they find a way to become engaged once again with life in a meaningful way. Maybe take art classes from those of us who follow our own drummer.

I was very disturbed to learn that in exhibiting every one of the "signs of warning" for workaholics, what I've been calling "passion" in myself has actually been leaning more toward sickness. This makes me think that I'm shooting myself in the foot - spending a lot of money on education and working to exhaustion. Now I find out that for weird and useless reasons I might not have staying power. I would be glad to know if there is some way to get help to straighten this out and become a more joyful and spontaneous artist. I'd like my reasons for creating to have less to do with my mother's approval and more to do with fulfillment in myself, whether I end up being a success to the world or not. Can you or others of the Painter's Keys community suggest anything?

(RG note) Thanks, Jamie. Everyone has to work out their own methodology, and I'm sure you will receive a few suggestions. Disregard those who recommend turning to Scotch. Gin or Vodka are better choices.

I'm a full time artist these days, but got there Corruption
mixed-media painting because of the breakdown from hell. Around ten years ago, I was working as a Human Resource Manager, ironically working with people to avoid this kind of problem. I am a workaholic, and, if I allow it, I will lapse into the old patterns, and work incessantly. It's not the painting I work on, though, it's the rest of it, the marketing, the promoting, the business stuff. I see opportunities, I exploit them, I overwork, and then I can't paint. No matter how well I think I know myself, or how philosophical I am about the whole thing, these urges take over. These days, I'm better at stopping myself, regulating my life and ignoring opportunities (or passing them onto someone else). I will admit, though, that it seems impossible to overwork myself with paint or cloth. It's not therapy, it's just joy.

I am not quite sure whether I am a workaholic Greed
silk painting
49 x 29 inches per definition but as I am working on and with my art 7 days a week I probably am. But under no means I would say I am unhappy because of it. I am unhappy when things happen which pull me away from working on art, such as daily life issues which can never be totally avoided. In my case I do not limit myself to one style of art (eg. painting). That would be unhealthy. If the weather is fine I am outdoors on my bike, taking my camera for whatever I might find interesting. I never know what I will encounter, looking for new motifs or other stuff that can be "used" in a way or for inspirational purposes. Switching between techniques and media, working on different series with different subjects is a wonderful means to keep on the move and away from becoming bored, unproductive and repetitive. Regarding free time, I don't really have any, unless you would not call dreaming and pondering new projects another kind of work.

I am a well-adjusted workaholic. My studio work becomes uninteresting if I do not participate at a level that others around me would consider overkill. Feet must be tired as well as the body. It is not a thorough search if the job is only half done. This I know from experience and it is necessary to monitor my level of "awareness participation" regularly. If not monitored, the work often shows cracks or seepage where creative identity is put first. The process is only the beginning. After follows a period I would describe akin to Descarte's essay relating to Dream Doubt, a waking reality.

Thanks for your wisdom on workaholism. I definitely Party Series
original photograph qualify, but when I play, I play. I used to be neurotic (on the face of it, a suspicious assertion). After 6 years of psychoanalysis (which is all about acceptance; insights come and go, but the breakthroughs come when you admit something you were scared to say), and those motivations in your first list were very true of me. That was when I was a jazz pianist. Now I'm a full-time photographer, recently post-therapy, and the second list is more germane. Now as a professional photographer I love what I do. The trick is to find time for my own work, though I enjoy the work I do for clients. I must admit that while on vacation I photograph obsessively, even with company. The results can be astonishing, but I'm in high dudgeon surrounded by sublime geology.

I think I much prefer your 'happy workaholism' to Going round the bend
acrylic painting
50 x 70 cm the miserable alternative. I tend to berate myself for failing to say no when it comes to workload, and yet I get a bigger buzz from 'healthy stress' than if I was stuck in a rut in an office. Doors open and close constantly; my work is play to a certain extent. I have been a self-reliant, self-governing autocrat in regard to my working life for so long now I would have to be dragged, kicking and screaming into a democratic societal role. On the days when I grumble about pressure and deadlines, I stop for a while, jump on my bike, head out for a coffee and drink in the sun. I remind myself how lucky I am that I have such a fulfilling job (albeit with ups and downs), live in the sunshine, and still have the freedom to start and stop as I see fit. Then, and only then, do I cycle back and get on with the work, re-energized.

In regards to number 6, "you fear free time," I once had worked myself into a dither over a particular issue of a magazine I edited and it had been put to bed. My friend's self-made wooden sailboat beckoned and I went on a week's holiday. As we were gently bobbing in a cove on Martha's Vineyard, I looked past the sails and up into an osprey's nest. All was peaceful there. In fact, all was peaceful in any direction we turned. Only distant echoes could be heard. And what could be felt? I was covered in a massive hive breakout because my body was experiencing relaxation. Throughout the next 18 years, I unwittingly cultivated a life of total disregard for my own pleasure. I crashed many times and suffered painful and metaphoric autoimmune diseases. I no longer fear free time. But at 63, can I return to the creative life just for the pure joy of it? I get on the writing sled but it stops a quarter of the way down the slippery slope. It's not the free time I fear but the ditch.

I am more of the balance and diversity school. European Bee-Eaters
acrylic painting
22 x 28 inches I find that my work in the mental health field, my social life, my advocacy and activism for the poor and homeless in our city, along with my enjoyment of nature and exercise (often in the form of interminable hikes in the woods), my enjoyment of music and my ongoing interest in the world around me have only contributed to my proficiency as an artist. Yet, painting for me still remains a vocation and not merely a pastime and it runs as a constant theme throughout my life. Everything works together in an organic whole, each part enhancing all the others. I think that I would be poorer as an artist as well as a human being without this sense of balance and diversity.

In 40-odd years of secretarial work, I can remember only A Walk In My Garden
oil painting
16 x 20 inches 3 Golden Moments I could say were memorable: 1983, I became a citizen and could be promoted at my aerospace company, 1988 becoming a Certified Professional Secretary and receiving a raise, and 1990 competing against degreed competitors and actually getting the top job because of my experience. Trust me, those are the only times I really remember.

As a professional artist, I've only been at it for 7 years. But my God, what a heady, wonderfully fulfilling experience this has been! The Golden Moments keep coming and coming: The first time I saw a Monet in real life (I cried); the first time you printed one of my letters; my first sale, my first prize, my second prize; being accepted in a national competition; my first one-woman show; those wonderful moments when someone says they LOVE your work; every time a student says, "I understand now, I never saw it that way before until you showed me." Also, when one of my students wins the prize and I don't, I am elated! Watching someone else create beauty right in front of me and realizing that person is an awesome artist.

I can remember every reception I have ever been to. In my area we started a tradition which seems to be catching on: Give a rose to each artist when it is a group show, but a whole bouquet when it's a solo. My bouquet is hanging up to dry and it reminds me daily of those unforgettable Golden Moments that took place during my show. I feel alive because I am an artist.