Art is not my vocation, nor is it my hobby. It is the fabric of what I am. I do not determine what it does, it determines what I do. It possesses my every waking and sleeping thought and pushes me in the direction that it wants to go; it allows me to see the world from multiple viewpoints, it nourishes me, it denies me, it drives me to agony and ecstasy. If everyone loves what I do, I am doing it wrong. If another artist does what I do only better, it will make me a better artist in ways I cannot imagine. The insecure yet vain artist must endure ridicule, jealousy, rejection and criticism with a smile; remembering that we are not only speaking to people in front of us, but to generations in the distant future; bending time as only an artist can.
The Artist’s Credo
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