Questions I ask after three glasses of wine
If artists constantly makes work that is a dissatisfaction to themselves, then why is it that we make a career out of unsatisfied things? How morbid is it to know that producing is satisfying but the final will never live its expectations? How do I enter into a career knowing my work may be better then the last, but will never be the best? This is the confidence I struggle to concur.
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