We artist go through droughts. No paying jobs, we over critique our own work and sometimes believe it or not sometimes we even stop believing in ourselves. What motives us varies…sometimes it something we see as attainable or unattainable goal. Sometimes it you, the public…

 

All in all, the greatest joy of our work we may never know what it means to the world until we are dead and gone.

 

Right there…is what it means to be immortal…