Art is not a job, when after eight hours of labor one goes home and starts real life. Artist is artist twenty four hours a day. When an artist is moonlighting as a bartender, he`s not a bartender, he`s an artist. When an artist eats, shits, has sex, smells a flower, waits for a train, gets drunk and high, talks on the phone to his parents – he`s still an artist. Every fucking second.   Link to ambiguous list

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