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02/15/2005: "Would being rich make me a better artist?"
As all my worldly posessions have started to crap out on me one after the other, I've started to think about this question more than I probably should.
I fantasize (like most artists with day jobs) what it would be like to be an artist full time, or about what it would be like to have the money to hire live models, for example. I also wish I could afford to just buy a good air purifier. I hate getting headaches and sore throats from all my painting fumes. I wish I had better lighting, a more comfortable chair to work in, and could afford to turn up the thermostat.
I know artists with less who are producing far superior work so it's not like I'm feeling sorry for myself, I just get so tired and stressed out from barely scraping by. Where are the Medicis when you need one?
FOLLOW-UP: I was lying in bed tonight continuing to think about my financial woes when I remembered something Thomas Paine wrote:
"The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheaply, we esteem too lightly; 'Tis dearness only that gives everything its value."
Back to bed I go... happy knowing that the struggle is part of what makes creating art so rewarding.