To be honest money never thrived in the “Arts,” numerous great artists that hold the status of “Icon” were famous after their death. They were homeless, unpublished, and unrecognizable. During their life it didn’t stop them from doing what they love, painting on a canvas, writing stories in novels, creating photographs…

Are we in the age of realists instead of surrealists? I don’t care that my pursuit in wanting to do art for the rest of my life won’t get me a foreign high class car, 6 bedroom house in the country, swanky townhouse in soho, or a closet with high end fashion. If I wanted those things then I would have went to college with those intentions.

I’m okay with living modestly, with having very few possessions but my camera, laptop, and an eye for photographs. If doing something that I love, that I TRULY love means I will have to sacrifice the “American Dream” and take hold of my own that comes with a limited bank account, I’ll accept it with a smile. Becoming something or doing something meaningful doesn’t have a price tag, neither does happiness.

I’m happy with my choice, it’s about time you respected that.