Oh don’t get me started. So many people have complimented me on my artistic talent. They say it must be nice to have such a gift. I say it isn’t so great at all. A lot of times it is more like a curse. The ideas hold me for ransom. I become a slave to them. They haunt me in my sleep. Ahhhhh! A good example of this is Michelangelo. He was commissioned to do impossible tasks. Laying on his back high up in the air on a scaffold painting a fresco, toxic paint and plaster probably dripping into his eyes. Only to be criticized by his employer for taking too long. Forgive me for identifying with such a great artist, but you catch my drift.
It’s not so bad though. It’s a good feeling to see the work accomplished and standing right there before your eyes. The reward comes on those occasions when the final product turns out better than the original conception. So not unlike other endevours there’s pros and cons to being an artist. But these rewards are fleeting. For lo and behold someone buys the piece of work and takes it away never to be seen by you again. Oh, but what about the money received? You know the story. Gone before you get it. Thats life.