jboud:

We’ve all heard about the characteristic starving artist who lives in a constant state of lowkey mental suffering for their work but… where’s the narrative of the happy artist? Who genuinely enjoys what they do and doesn’t necessarily live with consistent debilitating, even if ultimately art-producing pain? Art doesn’t always have to be a byproduct of some earth-shattering revelation or a projection of the twisted human soul or something.. it can be content, lighthearted, and most importantly so can the artist themself