there is this notion that being an artist is somewhat romantic, bohemian, and oh so hip. in reality you spend your days working 2 (or more) jobs. you do so to have money for a studio space. you have a lack of funds to vacation or go out with friends because you spent it all on supplies. then you enter shows and the economy crashes so you barely brake even for the year. then you get gallery representation out of the city and come home to emails that the owner is not paying artists amongst other bits of drama. as a result all of this work to make work is a loss because you might never get this artwork returned to you safe and sound.
welcome to my fabulous life.
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