You know, it occurred to me this morning that artists are very much like Hollywood's most infamous supernatural creatures.
We dress funny, often a throwback to other times. We are on the fringe of society. We see things other people can't see, and when we ache to talk to others about it, they don't seem to understand. We are always seeking ways to keep ourselves going, to survive. We sometimes feel isolated, unless we are with each other.
Call us a coven of vampires or a pack of werewolves - but you can't deny that artists are just an odd group of people. Personally, I love it.
We're a condemned lot, too. We indulge in our craft and have been accused of selling our souls to the devil, and all that jazz. I just find it funny.
In these times of economic hardship, I think artists are envied. The freelance lifestyle is trending now. I wonder if things will go back to the way they were, or if we'll be permanently accepted by society as new uses arise for our craft.
Only time will tell.