You’re minding your own business as an aimless teen and an adult rudely asks “so what are you going to do when you grow up?”
You panic, "damn what will satisfy this person?" You think as you get that battery acid feeling on your tongue. Something they would understand, something that would seem aspirational yet not seem out of place they saw me putting in zero effort. Something that would assure wealth and success in life, something just on the edge of their understanding so they can’t question me.
“I’m going to be Miyazaki” you say, they reply with “oh nice, I used to draw cartoons”, and the conversation is over.
But it's not over, you say it over and over again. It becomes your identity, your passion, your future, your wealth.
Your art, this innocent little thing, born on school notebooks inspired by a game here, a comic there. Is suddenly burdened with providing you with wealth, social success, a way for you to be your true authentic self, and to be accepted and even cherished by the world.
I say be nice to your art, its a part of you, if you must burden it, give it one burden, let it solve one of your human needs instead of all of them.
And what have you done for your art lately?
Does it have the instruments and materials that it needs?
Is it overwhelmed with an inhuman number of options?
Each human need I have, was infinitely easier to solve individually then in one fell swoop by being famous.