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I read a story today on MSNBC online about a man in Texas who vandalized Pablo Picasso's painting, Woman in Red Armchair. You can watch the video and see the original article by clicking here.
Now for those of you who are immediately appalled and disgusted by this senseless act, I'll give you the positive news upfront: the painting was immediately taken to restoration and the prognosis is excellent that the experts will be able to save and restore the painting. Apparently the man, who identified himself to a bystander as an "up and coming artist", stated that he defiled the painting to honor Picasso. Now I can only speculate as what was going through this guy's mind when he decided to pick up his stencils and spray paint and headed out to the Texas museum, but if I was to venture guess, I would say that the stunt was to get himself noticed. I don't now that for sure, but it whether or not my theory proves to be true, it got me thinking nonetheless about the desperation, artists, whether they be painters, writers, sculptors, or musicians, feel when trying to be discovered.
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The starving artist is a catchphrase that has been around since at least the 1800's, and despite the romanticism behind the phase, it's not easy. I would love to only write books and live like a king, but life doesn't always work out that way. I'm not going to stop trying, nor am I going to defile Edgar Allan Poe's Tamerlane and Other Poem's (one of the rarest books in the world) by scribbling one of my poems in the margins so that I can get some attention in the news. Instead, I work hard to create interesting and imaginative books, market them the best I can, am thankful for the readers and fans I have, and I go to work (I'm a firefighter if you skipped my bio) to provide for my family.
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