The Artist
The artist is derisive, knows what they want, stands apart to observe the crowd, is self aware and passionate. They don’t follow convention, they don’t allow others to occupy space in their head, they’re confident, they know that they have something special to offer and yet at the same time they’re insecure. Artists are whores, they will allow themselves to be purchased but they know that it is necessary to sell their talent for perhaps lesser things so that they may use that money to do things that are truly worthy of their time and talent or to get to a point where they can show their talent to a larger audience. They will sell themselves not for money, but to survive longer so that they may allow their art to flourish later. They may be whores, but in today’s world everyone is a whore, everyone can be bought to a certain extent and at least they know that they, as artists, have a vision. Worldly goods do not interest them as much as immortality does.
Artists are insecure because they know themselves in and out, they know their flaws, they know how to minimize the flaws and then when people buy into the finished project, they feel disappointed but vindicated. They know the audience liked their product but they know how they put that product out, the almost accidental nature of it, the combination of their mastery and luck or is it luck.. are they actually better than someone else who wouldn’t be able to do it, they know the complete failure of the one that came before it, the flaws that were minimised, and perhaps the artist wonders had they allowed people to see his/her perceived flaws if the audience would have found it even more beautiful, or dismissed it. That thought haunts them.
