Zephyr

Here's my latest collage, made of old prints, magazines and printers ink.  I always look at my work and wonder,  where is the pain and suffering?  I have heard that true art must have angst and struggle. I admire a lot of art that is full of struggle and complex emotions.  I just can't channel mine.  It's not that I don't have any in my life.  I think we all do, some more than others.  I just do what I do.  It's only after that I wonder...should it maybe be a little darker...more ominous.  But since art is a place where I escape to, I don't really want there to be struggle.  I don't know if this is wrong, but I would like to go live in this collage.