The painter Francis Bacon is known for being a real slut. To what extant, I don't know....but, in his early days as an artist, he was looking for "Sugar Daddies", and he found them. Bacon was not gonna rely on his parents to help him out. He went to his Sugar Daddy Patrons. He must of said something like, "Look, I need money...I'm not going to work, anymore. I'm an artist. If you don't give me the money, then I will have to find somebody who will.....or I'll just kill myself."
He got his money.
ARTISTS SHOULDN'T WORK!
I've had 5 nervous breakdowns in my life. The last one occurred not too long ago...in January of last year, at the age of 31. Just before I quit the job that gave me that nervous breakdown....I have this memory...I was so fucked up....that I couldn't even walk properly. In order to get to my spot, I remember having to slide up against the walls in the hallway, because my mind was shot, and my body followed....I couldn't even walk right. After I quit the job, It took me several months to recover from that breakdown.
I can't do it. I don't want to put myself so close to danger, anymore. I could have ended up in a mental hospital. I don't want to live in a mental hospital.
I can prolly maintain a part-time job, but that's not enough for me to live on. I'll have to get me a sugar mama if I want to survive without my parents having to help me out.
In the art world, it's no secret that many artists are dependent on their parents for money. Many "emerging" artists essentially live with their parents. An artist may have a "studio", but he splits the rent with many other artists...to make things cheap. Maybe he will crash on a girlfriend's bed for a while, or a friends couch....but "home base" is often with mom and dad.
Some people just can't work. I find work to be toxic. Even if I don't mind the job, it will still give me a nervous breakdown if I work it for too long.
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