Sometimes I wonder how interrelated creative fields really are. I also wonder how much love for one's art dies once they choose to dedicate their life to it. Does the frustration of selling-out to succeed destroy the original passion artists feel when they originally choose their paths?
I wonder, on a daily basis, how many people who work as artists in any fashion, sell-out in some small way or another. The other day I got the haircut in the black & white picture above. I have no idea if the cut was the stylist's liking or not. Did it annoy her to waste her skills on something she found awful or strange? Or, maybe she loved it. Maybe she is slowly going insane giving Jennifer Aniston's to every woman who walks in and snipping my mane into a quasi-half bob made her week. I'll never know.
Would a tattoo artist put more effort into a work he found beautiful? If you hired a singer for your wedding and they like your musical selections, would their voice sound better? At restaurants, do chefs try a little harder when a customer orders something the chef finds appealing? Ideally, professionals should perform and create at their best regardless, but I wonder sometimes. I think if someone hired me to do a project for them, I would work harder if I was attracted to their ideas.
I mean, how selfless can any creation truly be? If time is money, and people are obsessed with selling themselves as either an idea, product, or service, than sacrifices will inevitably be made. We all know the customer is always right, but if you like working with one medium, and the public demands another, well... Where does that leave you?
Are broke, unhappy, or lucky the only options for creative people anymore?
For the record, I love my new haircut.
♥ Lini.
