Let’s talk about money. Ah money… What wouldn’t we do for money…? We can hate it, ignore it, love it a little, a lot, passionately, madly, but it remains in our lives every single day and doesn’t seem to be ready to leave anytime soon. Apparently, money is the only partner you can’t break up with until death do you part, so you might as well do your best to live with it, right? That’s my theory.
What is my relationship with money as an artist?
As I’m writing these words, I’m not going to lie to you, I hate money, artist or not. Why do I hate it? Well, because money is avoiding me like the plague, that’s why. We had much happier days, money and I; days when it was much more faithful, always there to fulfill my needs and comfort me. Today, money is gone, it doesn’t want me anymore, leaving me moping around waiting for its return.
So right now, I’m a poor artist; an artist who worries about paying his mortgage, car loan and credit cards; an artist who is jaded about paying his home insurance, car insurance, phone bill, internet bill, and other bills; an artist who routinely takes a deep breath before checking his bank account, expecting to see a negative balance. In short, I am an artist who may be rich in inspiration, but poor in money. I am poor! Right now. Currently. And I think it’s important to clarify this temporary aspect of my poverty, because I wasn’t always poor. Well, I was never rich either, but as I said before, there was a time when I was able to support myself and my family more easily.
My financial poverty is therefore a state, a state that I don’t really like, but which is nonetheless my reality. However, if there is one thing I want to avoid at all costs, it is that this poverty becomes my state of mind. In other words, I refuse to accept my financial poverty and be content with it, because the day I accept it as an integral part of my life, I will have no chance of becoming rich and will remain a starving artist. That’s my theory.
How to become a rich artist?
First of all, yes, I want to be a rich artist and not just an artist who gets by. I want to be a rich artist in my lifetime preferably, unlike Van Gogh, Monet, Vermeer, Gauguin and many others, whose paintings sold for millions after their death. I want to be a rich artist, because I have dreams of freedom, travel, discovery, greatness, and pleasing my loved ones. I want to be rich, because, in all honesty, I think I can. How? I work at it every day. You can be sure of that. And even if it turns out that I don’t succeed, at least I’ll have tried and will end up in rags, smiling in my coffin, with no regrets. So let me dream of becoming a rich artist, for dreams, however crazy they may seem, are the seeds of reality. All the great inventions in human history, from writing to the space shuttle, first sprouted in the imagination of their inventors. So let me dream. In one year, I’ll be a rich artist, I guarantee it, and you’ll be able to read about my success on this very blog on the same day, April 30 in 2022. Ah, it feels so good to dream…
Nothing is stopping you from dreaming as well, whether you are currently poor or not. Try to make your dreams a reality. Your attempts will end in failure, but one success will be enough to make you never give up. Don’t believe me? How much do you want to bet? I could use some money right now;-)