Does life interfere with art? Or the other way around. How do the two intersect or interact? When my personal life is topsy turvy I find I can't concentrate on my work. I'm not one of those painters who can channel their frustration or rage or despair into the work. I used to be (in my twenties and thirties) but now I'm a more formal painter. I need a quiet space in my head in which to move circles and squares around. Compose. Quiet composition. It's actually all I think about when I'm working, composition and of course color. So what to do when life intrudes? Take a break I guess and deal with the life issue. Wish there was a bigger answer, something that sounded more profound. But that's all I have. Any ideas?