What Starving Artists Believes- The Artists Paradox that Every Person Must Know

Any painter, graphic artist, designer, actor, sculptor, dancer, potter, or any other artists, it gives the impression at hand are several usually seized thinking with the aim of every single one starving artists encompass.

 Starving Artist Way of Thinking

Starving crafts me as a better artist. The most comical fact I knew in the entire moment of time.  I notice consequently lots of artists who reject in the direction of taking  a business class, decline to gain knowledge of about financial planning, and believe with the purpose of they are a better artist for it.  Shakespeare was prosperous.  Thus were Picasso, Elvis, Warhol and long line of other artists.

Money is evil. Money is just an instrument.  The search of money is essential toward living in nearly all spaces, as a result wisdom to worth your art in requisites of money basically permit you on the way to give food to yourself as well as give sanctuary designed intended for your family.


Big Smash will Draw Closer. as an alternative of form a blueprint or creating a little themselves, the famished and starving artist accept as true with the aim of their Big Smash will draw closer and they’ll be real immediately prosperous, famed, and blissful.


I don’t have to be educated – I’m Gleaming. Convinced, you may be gleaming and sparkling.  Further probable, you were presently exact meant for a fussy character, painted one work of art that reverberated, or had a few extra one blast strokes.  Brilliant artists who encompass schooling include lifelong, dynamic line of business that are gratifying and depart after an organization of vocation that is jam-packed of brilliancy.


My family & acquaintances shout I’m wonderful. Of course they do.  Do you believe their judgment?  Its fine to have audience and community who love and adore you, however to have a sustainable profession, you necessitate (unluckily) the appreciation of people who don’t recognize you.  That’s why the test phases of Talent Search Authority are so painful – many artists have on no account ventured out of the family fizz.



I want a daytime work. Whilst you do require to make some money, you also need moment in time for your art.  If your daytime work is murdering your creativeness and not leaving you sufficient time to work on your craft, subsequently somewhat has to transform.  I’ve witness it occurs.  If your creativeness goes away, your talent to accomplish your day job will too.

I don’t need a daytime job. On the spin side, if you just spend your days being crafty and don’t make actual world deliberation, you won’t be able to acquire training, purchase materials, promote yourself, or give food to yourself.  It’s pretty hard to be imaginative when your tummy is rumbled.


It’s all right to sell out your standards. Presently because being a functioning artist is complicated doesn’t suggest you ought to try to find the easiest road.  Doing unlawful or wicked things just get your creativity and flush it down the toilet.  If you are a dancer, there are better things you can do than take a work as a stripper.


What about you?  Which of these beliefs have you dealt with, and how did you overcome them?  Are there any that are missing?  Let us know in the comments below.


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The Artist Finding the Book of Wisdom with His Lovable Brush

It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Jay the Painter, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling abnormally exasperated, Jay the Painter groped a wolverine, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved Book of Wisdom was missing! Immediately he called his parole officer, Melda the Brush. Jay the Painter had known Melda the Brush for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were electric ones. Melda the Brush was unique. She was congenial though sometimes a little... oafish. Jay the Painter called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Melda the Brush picked up to a very glad Jay the Painter. Melda the Brush calmly assured him that most 3-legged wallabies yawn before mating, yet legless puppies usually earnestly yawn *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Jay the Painter. Why was Melda the Brush trying to distract Jay the Painter? Because she had snuck out from Jay the Painter's with the Book of Wisdom only six days prior. It was a electric little Book of Wisdom... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Jay the Painter got back to the subject at hand: his Book of Wisdom. Melda the Brush yawned. Relunctantly, Melda the Brush invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Book of Wisdom. Jay the Painter grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Melda the Brush realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the Book of Wisdom and she had to do it fearlessly. She figured that if Jay the Painter took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, she had take at least nine minutes before Jay the Painter would get there. But if he took the Magic Canvass? Then Melda the Brush would be alarmingly screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Melda the Brush was interrupted by seven clueless Care Pandas that were lured by her Book of Wisdom. Melda the Brush panicked; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling worried, she recklessly reached for her live hand grenade and randomly backhanded every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Magic Canvass rolling up. It was Jay the Painter.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of wolverines, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, Jay the Painter was out of the Magic Canvass and went flamboyantly jaunting toward Melda the Brush's front door. Meanwhile inside, Melda the Brush was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the Book of Wisdom into a box of ripened avocados and then slid the box behind her hammock. Melda the Brush was relieved but at least the Book of Wisdom was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Melda the Brush indiscriminately purred. With a hasty push, Jay the Painter opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some pestering zealous...zealot in a spaceship,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Melda the Brush assured him. Jay the Painter took a seat excruciatingly close to where Melda the Brush had hidden the Book of Wisdom. Melda the Brush panicked trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Jay the Painter was distracted. Ever so extemperaneously, Melda the Brush noticed a dimwitted look on Jay the Painter's face. Jay the Painter slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Melda the Brush felt a stabbing pain in her fingernail when Jay the Painter asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the Book of Wisdom right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Jay the Painter's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet venomous koalas. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Jay the Painter nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Melda the Brush could react, Jay the Painter skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Book of Wisdom was plainly in view.

Jay the Painter stared at Melda the Brush for what what must've been three minutes. Giggling like schoolgirl, Melda the Brush groped indiscriminately in Jay the Painter's direction, clearly desperate. Jay the Painter grabbed the Book of Wisdom and bolted for the door. It was locked. Melda the Brush let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Jay the Painter,' she rebuked. Melda the Brush always had been a little pestering, so Jay the Painter knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Melda the Brush did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at her or something. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, he gripped his Book of Wisdom tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Melda the Brush looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Jay the Painter. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Jay the Painter. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Melda the Brush walked over to the window and looked down. Jay the Painter was gone.

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Just yonder, Jay the Painter was struggling to make his way through the disease-infested jungle behind Melda the Brush's place. Jay the Painter had severely hurt his shin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Pandas suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Book of Wisdom. One by one they latched on to Jay the Painter. Already weakened from his injury, Jay the Painter yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Pandas running off with his Book of Wisdom.

But then God came down with His attractive smile and restored Jay the Painter's Book of Wisdom. Feeling angered, God smote the Care Pandas for their injustice. Then He got in His spaceship and jettisoned away with the fortitude of half a million spotted wolf hamsters running from a shrunken pack of disease-carrying chipmunks. Jay the Painter danced with joy when he saw this. His Book of Wisdom was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in six minutes his favorite TV show, , was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When legless puppies meet contraceptive'). Jay the Painter was elated. And so, everyone except Melda the Brush and a few malaria-toting spotted wolf hamsters lived blissfully happy, forever after.

Your There

 

"YOUR THERE"

 

I wake in the dark

Finding all of my senses

Please call my name

So that I can figure it out

that your there for me

Even I wake in the dark

You can light up my eyes

to let me see the whole you

the whole me into you

Holding you and embrace you

nothing to hide because this feeling is true

When you say I miss the things we do,

let's me hold you more.

Than ever like before

I knew my life is wrong before

But you say hello and correct the wrong

I miss you like crazy,

my love for you is going strong

I see you love shining in your eyes

eventhough I waked in the dark.

The True Richness

Remember that what you think is what u get. Just always pray and speak with your heart.God will provide everything you and your family needs. Don't ask for Richness but ask for wisdom and wealth. For wisdom and wealth will lead you to your unlimited potential.-jpanarigan

JPanarigan in Hongkong

I really enjoyed my stay in Hongkong for 5days from day 1 Sept.4 to day 5 Sept.8,2011. I've walked the streets of Hongkong with smile because I can now differentiate the life outside the Philippines. Hongkong is a well systematized country with discipline in each individual, they give importance to the old,underprivileged or disabled citizens thru giving them what they need in everyday life as well as giving them a job for them to survive the days. While in Philippines some people forget the love to the elderly,underprivileged and disabled one, you can see them in the busy streets raising their hands to survive and running from the sickle of death, children selling anything and knocking the car windows is a typical perspective in a day.

I hope that our government can make a way to ease this pain that giving our country a scar, thru motivating people with great minds and giving them wisdom not only a help. Wisdom that can hone everyone's potential thru proper feeding of their soul thru virtues and moral acts.

Another thing that catch my visual eye is their craftmanship and the different combination of foods and their government "Simple but not Ordinary" they just live in a simply but amazing life. I've walked, took my photo collections and sketch the busy life of Hongkong with the purpose of making it possible too, for our country to make the appropriate change and systematized approach to everything from government,to its people,economy,business and industry.

Tomorrow Sept.8,2011 is my last day here, I'm sad to take my feet off to this country the Golden and Asia's World City because of the great memories and experiences. I would also like to say thank you to the special person in my life who shared the times with me here in Hongkong this times that give a great smile in my heart and a memory that no one can erase, a special existence that I will treasure till to my next life, even though it's only 5days stay I cannot express my feeling of gratitude because of the memorable and happy times here in Hongkong.

But despite of this happiness I need to go back to my own land the Philippines with the new ideas to share and the new concepts in my visual spatial ready to be unveil.

I am proud to said that I will give my best to incorporate and innovate my learnings and experience to help and share this wisdom to my fellow Filipinos in the Philippines and around the World.