I was in line at a register the other day at the local art supply store and I overheard a conversation behind me. There was a chick with a cart full of canvases of varying sizes and the gentleman in front of her asked her if she was an artist. She said yes, she has a show coming up in October at a local gallery blah blah blah. At one point the conversation turned to jobs and making a living and the such. (it was a really long line.) So, i found it quite interesting when she told this gentleman, “oh no, no, no…i have a real job.”
As I checked out, paid for my shit and left, I found myself wondering what the hell constitutes a “real” job? And what does this say for society and today’s culture? Why are people made to feel if they don’t get dressed up, go into an office, take a bunch a shit from someone with more authority then them, pretend to be perfect and happy all the time when really you would like to tell the person who ordered the wrong sandwich and is now blaming it one you, to “F*** Off”, come home exhausted and unsatisfied, they don’t have a “real” job? Granted there are plenty of people who may work in the business, retail, or service industry and really enjoy it…….good on them! But, I found myself feeling really sad for this artist chick because to her being an artist is not a “real” job. I guess if I am being honest there was a long period of time in my own life where that was also the case.
Here is what I have come to believe though…
Life is far too short to waste it doing something you are not completely passionate about. We may only get one shot at being a part of the human condition and if there is something in this world that ignites that fire in the very deepest part of your being don’t waste another minute NOT feeding that fire. So, at the end of the day if being an artist ISN’T a real job, i don’t want a “real” job.
“Follow your passion, and success will follow you.” ~Terri Guillemets