Life as an Artist

I've always had the fantasy of living the life of an artist (or, artiste). I imagined myself living in some cavernous 6th floor loft in Soho, floor to ceiling windows, a wardrobe of old t-shirts and worn out jeans, staying up til 3:00am, waking up at noon, smoking hand rolled cigarettes, eating sliced mangoes with my fingers and shooting a different beautiful muse every day. I've always wanted to be something more than just a commercial photographer shooting what someone "told" me to shoot day after day.

Surfing the web yesterday I ran across these words of wisdom from Father Guido Sarducci that hit the nail right on the head.

Father Guido Sarducci via Jane Fulton Alt