Although I was applauded by the school system, it was most likely that they saw my parents' neglect of my education and learning.
Managed to make it to art college but slowly burnt up from harassment and threat texts from parents.
I have a job in the arts now, I work 4/10s, I'm set up to take over for the person that runs the section I work for… I'm just so disheartened that my parents decided to constantly rip me down for having “unrealistic” goals. But here I am in a spot where I am to take over a position in a well-to-do business.
I still want to be a painter and sculptor. I was thinking I could go down to the inner city and just do one-off portraits to see if there is anything outside of the 40-hour week grind. I don't believe in being of service only to the rich, I want a life out from the underside of a boss that spends only a section of the time I spend in their business.
I listened to Amanda Palmer's book about being creative, and I guess it has always been about winging it. Yet the economic struggle is just worsening every day, my health is becoming more sensitive, and the gap to jump for that leap….. is just widening.
I want to live! I don't want to survive.
We are a modern society. Why are we barely making it by? Why do people not have more free time? Why can't we see our loved ones? Why can we feel safe enough to leave abusive relationships? Why do I need to fight my boss to have them pay enough so I don't starve and have health problems?
Why can't I be an artist?