"An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why."
~ William FaulknerSo, are we are really truly tortured souls, driven by demons? Truth is I've never taken the time to wonder why. But lately, I certainly do feel tortured.
I rarely sell already completed artwork, typically I only give or sell a piece when I start knowing my intention. It is like selling a bit of my soul. (Akin to the Native American beliefs regarding photography). So, when capitalism and art meet I self combust. I'm at the point in my life that I need to liquidate some assets. Unfortunately other than my transportation and meager retirement funds I don't really have any assets. So, recently I've begun to explore capitalizing on the horded piles of artwork in our spare room. (I've not seen much capital yet, but I'm cautiously optimistic). Tee hee.
Case in point - my burgeoning (okay completely dead) Etsy store. I'm considering closing it because it makes me feel like a pile of elephant dung.
So, these recent developments have led me to ponder greatly how exactly do art and capitalism exist in the same world? Truth is pure art can't coincide with capitalism. Not that I know if it can exist alongside socialism or anything else, but money certainly changes every thing.
I'd spend all day painting or writing if I could. Fact of the matter is I can't. I am po'. Working for a paycheck doing something silly like entering invoices, answering the phones, and dealing with crazy patients all day feels honest. But monetizing that act of creation feels like I'm putting a price on, well, me. And who knows what I'm worth?
Oh, and clearly I'm a living artist. So I'm not worth much!
But, if anyone is buying...