Being an artist that has so far survived this part of the great recession, I will toot my own damn horn.
I am old enough now to know that I will make my art life what I want it to be. I still have bread and shelter and enough cash to kill any wolf that shows up at my studio door. I have done this on purpose, with intent and artfulness.
I live in a city where there is an artist behind every tree. There are many who are paying their way in a diligent manner. I get survival ideas from a lot of them.
I will attack this new decade with persistence and tenacity on purpose.
I will not starve on purpose.