Pimpin’ aint easy
If you ever try to do something creative like make music, paint, write, or whatever? There may come a time where you think, “Hey maybe I got something here. I might be able to make a real go of this.” And you look around at all the people trying to make it with their art and most of em seem kinda fucking miserable about the whole deal. Do you really want to become an insane desperate asshole? For something you hopefully enjoyed doing at one point? Seems like a double bummer. Or maybe you could make a living doing your art and you could write a bunch of shitty boring articles or play six 45 minute sets at some tourist trap and turn the art you love into a cheap whore, doing pirouettes in the bathroom for five bucks a spin.
I went about ten feet down this road and I didn’t like it. I enjoy playing with words and drawings and ideas. It excites me and gives me enjoyment. When I make something I’m pleased with (and I’m easily pleased) I feel a sense of accomplishment. Of course I feel the same way about eating waffles or ice cream or ice cold beer. I’m easy like Sunday morning baby, so why turn it into a 9 to 5? I gots the happiness. Aint that the whole shooting match? Letting the creative process run wonderfully roughshod?
That’s what art is for me. Doing what turns you on and not chaining it to some kinda grindstone.
Stop trying to make your art get a shitty job
Let that crazy bitch wander worryless and free
Easy like forever after