recovering economist
Sadly, sometimes the highest treason an artist can commit is to become a success.
You work, you produce, you endure, and the second it all catches on – you have somehow upset the balance of things.
Your peers cannot accept your success.
Nothing is of itself – everything is by comparison.
Envy is such filth.
“The highest treason a crab can commit is to make a leap for the rim of the bucket.“
Ever say you simply lost track of the time?
If you have, it was probably because you were doing something you love.
But things you love can also be a great indicator or what you should be doing.
Sometimes all that work does not feel so much like work.
“It is a commonplace among artists and children at play that they’re not aware of time or solitude while they’re chasing their vision. The hours fly. The sculptress and the tree-climbing tyke both look up blinking when Mom calls, “Suppertime!”“
–Steven Pressfield, The War Of Art