"(...) art delights in the sacrifice, so must you break, mortify your flesh, wallow in ashes, smeared with dirt and tear your heart sputum. Be alone, I bleed feet infernal sucks accompany you on your journey, which seeks to others that will not give you any, so for them nothing more than scratches will cut to the bone and you'll be lost in the hurricane with only the faint glow of beauty on the horizon. "
Gustave Flaubert in a letter to The uise Colet (1853)
be Lo pieces and disgust hell do not recommend it, but sometimes it's just (or loneliness), so you may not have a choice, what for-others-will-scratch-and-ti-te-cut-to- the-bone is fine, call it "sensitivity" and is required for the task, unless your gear is serial murder.
The thing about art is that they suffer, but enjoy.
Anyway If after reading This still want to be an artist, the Saints say amen, because you have a vocation martyr ... and these days not many volunteers like you are thrown the sand of the arena.
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