Part of me or all of me

I have moved from a hobbie painter to more. Painting is becoming more and more of my life.
I am making more room for it, moving other things aside to let it happen. So far this is good, the art I creat feels more like me, less like an outside thing. Creating is easier, it happens, maybe because there is time now. I was full time worker part time painter, now I am part time worker, and closer to full time painter that I every have been. Sometimes getting older can be a good thing. I have moved past many of life's stresses, and become more open to just life...time is more important to me than material things. Art isn't material to the artist, it is the soul of the artist.

Art thoughts

Art why do we do it?
I spend an amazing amount of time painting, drawing, making jewelry. Not that there is enought time, for it. But when I start painting, the minutes turn in to hours. It still feels as though it has only been minutes. I have to force myself to stop and check the time, sometimes just to eat, sometimes to leave to get to work.
Time that I could have and probably should have been doing things that needed to get done, that are now put off for another day. That is when I ask why am I doing this.
I love painting, drawing all the visual arts, is that enough reason? I am not going to get rich off this, my walls are already covered, but I still think of more that is there to be painted, to be made.
Why do we do it? Is it therapy, is it just part of a persons make up? Is it helpful?
Yes, I think to at least myself. It is an escape from the daily routine. the routine that drags by making us watch the clock, wishing it to move faster. My escape is the opposite, it has no time.
It is a place where time has no meaning. I can't feel the nag of time. Maybe that is what a brain needs once in while.