Banksy, memory, and the art of creating art

The business of life is the acquisition of memories; in the end that's all there is.The memories stirred this week for me were that of a little bookshop in Notting Hill, London.Lutyens & Rubinstein is a dreamy little bookshop full of all kinds of delightful literary treasures.Any bookstore who decorates their windows with cheery yellow is going to be a decent shop.Inside they decorated with paper flowers made from books.Even ol' Agatha is looking retro-chic on her own little shelf of the store.But I didn't solve mysteries with the Queen of Crime, I chose instead a more modern English icon.Banksy's little portfolio of illegal street art action was chocked full of life lessons.So true. The one quote that rang true for me this week was this:I hadn't taken initiative for a long time myself. Somehow I thought I needed permission to write books or paint or create an online business. Each time I rested on my laurels with my craft, I got laid off in my day job. It's as if the universe said, "Oh I see that you're being lazy about the craft. Hmmm. Let's make you poor so you pull up your socks missy." Both times I was laid off, boom. Book deal. The third book, the lovely PARIS LETTERS, was created during a time I didn't qualify to work in France. Visa qualifications... or lack thereof, gave me plenty of time to pen the memoir.

But no matter.

Let us return to the book at hand. Speaking of permission...Oh Banksy. Well done.I hereby give you, dear reader, permission to do that thing you want to do so well.