Art is not a career.
Art is a hobby.
You can’t raise a family on a hobby.
It’s a pipe dream.

Does any of this sound familiar? As an artist, I have heard these and other similar statements over the years. Most of the time, these people have your best intentions at heart. It is hard to make a living by following your passion. But when you have a calling, it is difficult to quiet that scream. It keeps you up late perfecting your craft. You find yourself daydreaming about it. It distracts you from the mundane. It’s frustrating. It’s exhausting. When they say an artist put their blood, sweat, and tears into their work, they are not kidding.

But why is it so hard to make a living creating art when art is EVERYWHERE we look?

I have been pondering this concept for a while now. With the world at our fingertips now as the internet is embedded into every facet of our lives, one would think that spreading the word about your art would be easier. But as I read through the timelines of my social networks I have come to the conclusion that people just don’t care about the arts anymore. There is no art anywhere to be seen. No discussions about books. People post videos or songs that they are listening too and not a single person ‘likes’ or comments on it. They would rather sit and argue over politics and religion than discuss a new band or novel. They post their fleeting thoughts in 140 characters or less instead of noticing the artists pouring their hearts out for the world to *not* see. They read top 10 listicles on blogs instead of articles that will actually teach them something. Our lives are geared around a pocket size electronic device instead of the world around them. This is why the best selling novels are filled with vampires and housewife fantasies. This is why Hollywood hasn’t released a summer blockbuster that has an original plot line in years. Music is predictable. Design is safe. And there are more people lined up to go see another rendition of the same play that performed last year than anything new and original.

Nobody gives a shit about the arts anymore and it pisses me off. As an artist, I can’t fathom a life without seeing the art around me. There is not a day in my world that isn’t filled with music…and not just what is played on the radio. I search for new artists to add to my collection daily. When I see a painting in someone’s home, I stop and admire it. I want to see if I can figure out what paint they used and how the created the images on the canvas. You can tell a lot about a person by the type of art that is in their home. I have an ongoing list of some of the most incredible writers on Twitter. People who pour their hearts out. Who’s words hurt me in every possible amazing way. When someone posts a photograph that they took, I take the time to look at it and try and see it through their lens. Art inspires me to be a artist. It inspires me to be a better person. It inspires me to greet the day and make the most of it regardless of the mood I woke up in. How does one live a life without noticing the beauty surrounding them?

Then there is the simple fact that not a moment goes by that I am not wishing that I could be writing. On my morning commute, I am texting myself ideas and thoughts at red lights. I sit at work and struggle to keep my mind on my job because inspiration flows through me 24/7. I stay up every night trying to hunt for new work and write my heart out because someday, I know, that I will be able to do what I love for a living. I bleed my words whenever I get the chance to write something for myself and you know what happens? Nothing. I have thousands of followers on my social networks combined yet, my writing gets barely any recognition. 40, 50, maybe 60 views, tops. No one cares. If it doesn’t interest them, they won’t look at it. If it requires someone to actually click a link to read an article, they will pass it up.


That is what it’s like to live in a world as an artist. Everyone is in such a damn hurry that they don’t even realize that they are missing out on everything that is amazing about human nature.

Do you know who does care? Other artists. I sat around a bonfire the other night with some friends, my fiance, who is a writer, and two musicians. We discussed music till we were blue in the face. None of us love the same kind of music but we still listened to what the others had to say. We respected each other’s opinions. We were able to agree to disagree at times. I walked away with a mental list of new artists to check out. Artists are the only ones who care about the arts anymore.

This is why I write for this site. I believe in it. It may not be the next big thing. It’s hard to convince the masses to think differently about anything anymore. But to have a place where artists come to embrace the arts, support the arts and to finally stop the silence surrounding their art, that to me is a place that I want to call home. Aren’t you sick of people, even your family, ignoring your dreams? Your work? I sure as hell am. I want to go out there and find my new tribe. Ones that will actually read the words that I stay up all hours of the night to write. People who will discuss music with me. Art with me. Who will suggest a book to read. Who will share some random indie film with me. I want to feed off of people that are built like me. Whose minds work like mine. Who understand the struggle of being an artist in this world shuffling right past us.

“Surround yourself with the dreamers and the doers, the believers and thinkers, but most of all, surround yourself with those who see the greatness within you, even when you don’t see it yourself.” -Edmund Lee.

So I say, to hell with anyone who doesn’t care to be a part of it. I believe in the power of art. I know that I am nowhere near alone when it comes to my frustrations as an artist. The world force feeds us what they get paid to push. The drug dealers who rule the entertainment world. But the drugs they are pushing are tainted and weak. I believe that if all of us artists band together, we are strong enough to make a difference. If we start supporting each other instead of competing against each other. We could all be doing what we love and world will finally be able to see us and our talent for what it really is…

…everything that is beautiful in this world.



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