What is a good life and what is the artist? That’s the thought bubble today.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, mainly because I’m having the time of my life right now. And yet, by society’s rules and judgements, perhaps I should be packing up the tools and going away quietly? But how can I, when I feel like I’m only just reaching my prime?

When I was growing up, I knew I wanted to live the life of an artist. In 7th form, I was the only person in my music class and one of only two in my art class. We even had our own prefab for our work, which was way cool.

I knew what I wanted to do. I just didn’t know how I could possibly make a living doing it. Art wasn’t something that was supposed to pay the bills.