powhida:

“Why Are (Most) Artists (So Fucking) Poor?” Graphite on paper, 2012.  

I could reblog well over half of Powhida’s stuff. But I won’t.

I’ll just queue it. And wonder why I’m not at my other desk making work.

And simultaneously feel ok about having a day job and choosing a little bit more of a stable life.

PROTIP: The bohemian poverty grind is fun but starts to feel pathetic when you hit your 30s and the invisible chorus of peers pointing out your self-perceived failure gets worse the closer you cruise towards 40.