If you surrender to the machinery of capitalism, if you surrender your art-and making art, to the machinery of commodification, you will become a traitor–to your art, and to yourself.
This is what I hear…
You may deny this, but if you truly don’t know, don’t understand this, in the core of your being, it can only be because you have already betrayed, not only your art, but your humanity.
But we need money… To have what we need, to live, to make our art. How? How then do we live?
That’s the question you have to ask… but only if you ask it, not state it as a declaration, an excuse, a rationalization, as a confession of defeat–if you truly ask, cracks will open in the prison of the matrix, and that will be a beginning.
A beginning. That is the only hope we have. All we can ever do. Begin. And begin again.