The Bible’s famous statement that the love of money is the root of all evil seems to be quite true – not only on the macro level, but on the micro levels.
Are there exceptions to this generalization?
As with anything, there most certainly are exceptions – but the aforementioned statement has so much the majority of evidence and proof from about every biological, political, and historical record that the exceptions are like grains of sand on an interstellar beach the size of Jupiter.
Loving money drives direct and indirect evil in every industry and this evil via financial affinity does not miss the hearts of even the best artists.
One can easily see compromise in art as even its dedicated starvers get sick of starving and trade in their beauty making and become designers of what the masses demand. All of us artists run at some speed – some slower than others in hopes of maintaining a form of protest to the almost imminent and required kowtow – toward salary – willing, even with loud groaning, to afford life.
But do we really have to give up our vision of art in whatever creative field we have found? Can’t we instead become a night stocker at a grocery store or a night stalker for the FBI to get paid and leave our art in its pure state?
I guess it is the choice of each artist – I find it to be a tough one for me most days.
But, I usually side with the love of my art to lead me into some sort of deeper satisfaction than to side with my love of money – which might lead me to a nicer house and car, but leave me with a rather “evil” taste in my mouth.
What about you?
When was the last time you chose the love of art over the love of money?
How do you keep yourself from compromising your vision when the money offer seems too good to be true?
The author Loud A. Smith, a friend of mine, says about his book series entitled “Mesus“: “I could have very easily turned this story into a crowdpleaser with a compromising tweak here and a dumbing down there – I could have made a lot more money from it. But, if I had pleased the crowd to pocket green paper, I would not have been able to look at myself in the mirror. And I definitely would not have liked what I put out there. I may drive a 2006 Saab, but at least I didn’t drive myself mad by loving money more than my version of art.”
His Saab sucks.
But, his words don’t.
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