A question that’s lingered with me most of my adult life; how much are we worth? Each of us, in terms of dollars and cents? What would you pay you to keep yourself creating?
Priceless. I can’t afford myself. I can’t put a dollar amount on the enjoyment I get from creating a piece of work and sending it out into the world with a pat on the head and its little lunch pail and feeling proud at the return. Because the return is huge, and it can’t be measured financially.
Therefore, I have never become a paid writer. By the same token, I have paid a lot of writers and artists and musicians for their creations. Simply because I know the feeling of need and the need to create, and they don’t always complement one another. It’s hard to focus your mind on your next masterpiece while the landlord is screaming in one ear and the cupboards are bare.
I am curious as to where all you other magnificent artists stand on this matter. Is it selling out to ask your audience for help? How do you approach this knotty issue? I’d love to hear your opinions/experiences on the issue.