Art is a strange calling. Most people appreciate it at least on some level, but there are plenty who would label it as non-essential. If society had to choose between, say, farmers and artists, or doctors and artists, it’s an easy guess who would land on the street corner holding up a (gorgeously lettered) sign declaring, “Will paint/sing/dance/write for food.”
I suppose it could be argued that we don’t need art to survive, but that doesn’t mean it’s expendable.
Just ask Bezalel . . .
After four months of post-moving distraction, I’m back in action at The Master’s Artist. Please join me there for the rest of this post? I’d love to hear your thoughts on the artist’s calling. Thanks, friends.