The love of a craft can be very empowering. It can be very diminishing. You can go through a manic high to a deplorable low.
The starving artist is limited by his own illness, one called poverty. His art can be good but the cup half empty syndrome takes over when he sees himself not being able to feed himself. He starves in many ways. He labors arduously never to see a payday or a modicum of recognition.
“Yes, my art is good, but it will never sell,” he says to himself.
He lulls himself to sleep with these thoughts. This mantra becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy that is constantly devoted to a labor of failure. The starving artist always works with one hand behind his back, the one he can’t see is impeding him from success. His left hand can be just as good as his right, but the artist as open minded as he can be, fails to unrestrict himself from the dark nemesis that lies within his mind.
Grow… Evolve… Move forward, change your perspective, and don’t be a starving artist.