John P. Weiss for faso.com
The majority of artists I know have day jobs. They set their alarms, brew their coffee, tighten their neckties, perfect their makeup, grab their computer bags and hit the morning commute.
Their days are filled with meetings, quotas, emails, phone calls, texts, travel, office politics, deadlines, promotions, acquisitions, shift work, and the many other quotidian rhythms of commerce and professional life.
Some days bring professional recognition, raises, bonuses and personal satisfaction. Other days bring let downs, frustration, depression and a sense of endless entrapment.
Add into the mix all the commitments and responsibilities of family life. Getting the kids to school, sports practice and assuring homework gets done. Maybe a quick workout, walk the dogs, enjoy a glass of wine with your spouse and then it's off to bed. Before you know it, the alarm clock shakes you out of a blessed slumber and you're back on the career treadmill.
Somewhere in the above narrative, waiting like a forgotten child at the bus stop, is your artwork. Remember that? Before school, marriage, career, mortgage and life took over?
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