Poems

Rhyme IV

-Gustavo Adolfo Becquer [trans: Juan F. Medrano]

Do not say that, exhausted of its treasure,
there is lack of subject matter to silence poetry;
we may not have poets; but
there will always be poetry.

As long as the kiss ignites the heart with
waves of light,
as long as the sun dresses the torn clouds
with fire and gold,
as long the air carries perfumes and
harmonies in its lap,
as long there is spring in the world,
There will be poetry!

As long as science does not discover
the origins of life,
and in the sea or in the heaven there is an abyss
that cannot be calculated;
as long as the always advancing humanity
does not know where it’s heading;
as long as there is a mystery for man,
There will be poetry!

As long as we feel that the soul rejoices,
without the lips laughing;
as long as we can cry without the tears
blurring our vision;
as long as the heart and the brain
continue struggling;
as long as there is hope and remembrances,
There will be poetry!

As long as there are eyes that reflect
the eyes that look at them,
as long as the lip responds sighing
to the lip that sighs,
as long as two confused souls can
in a kiss feel themselves,
as long as there is a beautiful woman,
There will be poetry!

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Of The Artist’s Struggle

Over the past few weeks, having finished “Just Kids” and having Daniel Kelly and Tara Sabharwal, practicing artists, in our classroom, I realized that a common theme to all artist’s lives is that of struggle. Artists, initially at least, struggle to have a solid financial foundation. In their passion to practice their craft, many artists sacrifice security and luxury for a meager existence, all for their art. Of course, I’m exaggerating a bit, as this is clearly not true of all artists. But there is the question of making their craft pay for their living, as being an artist isn’t a stable source of income, especially if you are young and unknown.

At this point, we’re all pretty familiar with Patti and Robert’s struggles as up and coming artists. They had to work a variety of side jobs in order to make the minimum amount of  money they needed to make the rent. Often they ate little and spent money very frugally. Daniel Kelly, when he was speaking to us, made note of the large number of weddings that he had to play at to be financially secure. Tara Sabharwal told us about residencies, which many artists use to have a safe financial backing while they pursue their passion and eventually succeed. There is no denying that an artist’s life is full of struggles, for money and for the freedom to do what they truly want. So why do they pursue it?

Again, drawing from “Just Kids” and our visitors, one can clearly see that, despite their struggles, artists are dedicated and passionate about what they do. Their craft makes them happy. Patti and Robert were dedicated to their art throughout all their struggles and continued to create art during those times. They never gave up on their art to pursue a more stable career. They did what they loved. When Daniel and Tara spoke to us, it was evident that they were truly in love with what they did. It is everyone’s dream to make money doing what they love and artists, I believe, have accomplished this.

Living on Long Island is…

Like a sanctuary.
The place where I can always come back to,
The place where countless memories flood in,
As I set foot within this place.

Anything beyond this place,
This long island,
Is like a whole new world,
Beyond my wildest dreams.

But people tell me it’s dangerous out there,
Rampant with chaos, injustice, and disorder.
People fighting just to survive each day;
How can anyone live like that?

Deep down I know,
That my Dad is out there somewhere,
Fighting for his life and country,
Fighting for his family.

And one day I’ll fight alongside him,
We’ll fight together,
Protect each other.
Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.

But for now,
I think I’ll stay here on this long island,
My sanctuary,
The place I call home.

– Pun
I know this is extremely out of the blue, but this is a poem I wrote a while back in english class in high school. I think it can be interpreted in many different ways depending on the background of the reader. I’m curious to know what kind of thoughts this might instill for you guys, so feel free to let me know! It’s perfectly okay if you don’t like it, no hard feelings. 😀

Reaction to Just Kids: Patti and Robert’s Relationship

While reading Just Kids, I was particularly enthralled by Patti and Robert’s friendship. I think, more than anything else, I admire it. Even though they weren’t lovers in the traditional sense, I think that most people spend their lives trying to find a connection with another person like the one Patti and Robert share. The best part of the book, to me, was how raw their friendship was and simply how the two relied on each other so much that they seemed to be two halves of one whole. Without each other, they would not have blossomed into the artists or the people that they had ended up to be. I think that the mutual dependence that they had on each other, paired with their fierce loyalty to each other against all odds, is a pretty beautiful thing.

Just Kids

There were rarely any parts of the book that I felt were boring or slow. Every chapter or page had an adventure in it. I really enjoyed reading about Patti Smith’s adventures as a growing artist. She left the comfort of her stable life with her parents to pursue what she wanted to do. She was able to meet so many influential artists that inspired her to do things she never would have done, like writing lyrics or singing. Originally Patti Smith wanted to be a poet but as she met more and more artists, they encouraged her to write lyrics, sing, and act. All of these experiences would not have been possible if she stayed with her parents and lived a sheltered and stable life.

Much of the focus of this book was about Robert Mapplethorpe so there aren’t as many details about Patti’s personal life away from Robert. Nevertheless, Patti really captured Robert’s personality and personal conflicts without commenting on them and making them judgmental. She was able to write about Robert and have the readers understand Robert’s ups and downs. Their unorthodox relationship worked so well and smoothly, which came as a huge surprise because I thought the ending would have ended with both of them filled with regrets. Patti comes off as a really understanding friend while Robert seems a bit lost and needs Patti’s support, which she willingly gives. Even until the end when Patti already had a family she would still take care of Robert, really demonstrating the strong bonds they have with each other, and the promises they made.

Just Kids differences between Patti and Me

This book tells the story of Patti Smith’s process of becoming an artist. Like Kevin mentioned in class, I’m glad I’m not going to be an artist. Smith does not provide a good example for us college students because she dropped out of college and decided not to be a teacher, her initial goal. When I found out she did this, I thought she made a big mistake. I know college will help me pursue and gain experience to have a good job, so that my future can be secure. Smith overall seems to be completely different from me.

Throughout the book, Smith believes that her emotions are the most important, while I claim that cerebral thinking is paramount in people’s lives. In addition, Smith barely mentions her children. In fact, she neglected to talk about them so much that I did not associate her with having any kids until someone said she doesn’t talk about them in the novel. I plan on making my children a priority in my adult life. I plan to look out for my kids to make sure they have a successful future like me.

“Harlem” by Langston Hughes

This poem is on page 67 of our handy dandy “Poems of New York” book. The poem is written by the Langston Hughes and it goes like this:

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore—

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over—

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

     Or does it explode?

I saw this poem and immediately recognized the first three lines of the poems. They are famous phrases that I immediately associate with Langston Hughes (as well as the “Life ain’t no crystal stairs” from Hughes’ “Mother to Son”). In the poem, Hughes is questioning what happens to a person’s dreams when it is halted. Hughes is talking about the progress of African-Americans, which is subject to White oppression in the early 20th century. In my 10th grade English class, I remember seeing Lorraine Hansberry’s film “A Raisin in the Sun”, which obtain its name from this poem. The film focuses around the lives of a black family in Chicago who strives to get rich, but their “dream is deferred”. The poem is short, crisp and to the point, yet powerful and has a deep meaning behind it, which I think makes it a good poem to go over in class.

 

~Christopher Chong

“Return of the Native” by Amiri Baraka

I tried to find the poem online but for some reason it’s not popping up, so feel free to look in Poems of New York, pages 152-153, for the poem.

I absolutely love this poem. Amiri Baraka, a famous black poet of the 1960s, write this poem centered around Harlem, the hub of black life at the time. He imagines a life in a place like Harlem that’s meant only for black people and brings a sense of communal joy. He ironically describes Harlem as “vicious” and “violent” and “transforming,” yet somehow beautiful. He dreams that in this world Harlem sees only sunny skies, never rain, as a symbol of the warmth that fills that place. He imagines that they will have everything they need in this world, including love for themselves. There will be a sense of joy that they thrive among themselves and will be comforted by familiarity. In the poem, I feel like he skillfully juxtaposes this dream world to the reality of the 1960s.

This poem adds to what Harlem meant for so many Black Americans at that time – it stood as a vision of a better future. Living in The Towers near campus right now, I feel grateful to be in a community that meant so much to a people. However, standing in this present that this poem looks toward creates deep sorrow for what has happened to Harlem and this vision, especially amid the recent tragedies in America. It never fails to amaze me how art can open the door to social critique.

Philippe Petit: The Truth

Well I have been going back to the beginning of our blog, reading every post and commenting on all of them that I feel I have something to say, and I found that everyone mention Philippe Petit’s betrayal of his friends after he achieved his dream.  I have some news for you.  He did not really cut ties with his friends after he walked between the towers, in fact for the filming of “Man on Wire”, it was Petit himself that had brought all of them back together on the same day to do the filming for the documentary.  I was thoroughly shocked when I had saw the movie and see Petit’s choice to leave behind his friends but only now after reading everyone’s blog posts have I decided to look into it.  According to information on pyschologytoday.com he never really abandoned his friends and instead the reason the film portrayed it as such was to make it carry more meaning even if it distorts reality.

If you really think about it, the way the producer created it, he offered a greater story, as many of us had left questioning ourselves about how far are we willing to go to accomplish our dream and what can possibly happen to us after we do?  It is a relief to know that Petit was not really the Petit depicted in the film, of course he was still driven with passion and his friends did sacrifice a lot of their time to get Petit to be able to do the walk, but Petit did not take them all for granted and leave them in the dust.

The Purpose of Art

One day I was simply questioning myself “If art is supposed to convey a message, then why does it not simply state the message?”  I continued to ask myself this question and thought even about the occupation I have chosen to pursue, engineering.  An engineer tries to convey what he is trying to say in a very precise and efficient manner whereas an artist would try to convey what he is trying to say using very abstract drawings, or photos and force the onlooker to take a more active role in determining the message of the creator.  I kept pondering why artists would take this route in sending their message when a lot of it gets “lost in translation.”

As I continued to ask myself this, I though of a possible solution.  There is a difference between stating a message  and implying a message.  By simply stating facts and percentages and a concrete sentence, what kind of emotional response can you really trigger in an individual that reads your work?  Little to none.  From an artist however, if you convey your message through characters on a stage, or melodies, or splashes of paint on a canvas, you allow an individual to become more attached to the work.  They get a sense of the message but the message is not any longer just a message, it is known to the audience by the emotions invoked upon them.

Then I came to another conclusion.  Although artists tend to try to deliver a message; it can tend to be a broad and general message.  Through art, the overall message one person takes can be different than another.  Although they can see and feel the general underlying message, their own individuality shapes the overall message they receive.  With a clear and concise statement there is no room for this flexibility.  The individuality of the individual is lost because they are no longer using their own beings to translate the message into their own thoughts.

I am sure there are other reasons why artists choose to convey their messages in the way that they do.  Respond with your theories.

Snapshot event

I had gone to the New York Historical Society to see the photos the students took and to see my work in a museum to make me feel like an artist. When I went into the room full of photos, there were a lot of people in the small room and I did not really enjoy looking at the photos. Thus, I went to see adjacent exhibits. I liked the presentation of how Chinese people were discriminated against in the nineteenth century. It enhanced my knowledge on how they used to get the least favorable jobs and their poor lifestyles in America. However, I was not impressed with the holiday train exhibits as I was expecting because both were small and the trains were not moving or there were no tracks. Then I went back to the room with the photos because I knew there would be little people still there. Like the professor said, we remember the moments where we are alone the most. Because I was one of the few people there, I could take a look at all the photos without pushing past a crowd of people. I then began to try and figure out when and where a photo was taken. In addition, it seems that some photos were not taken in NYC. I remember one description said “A bird in Philly,” which suggests the person was in Philadelphia at the time. Also, one picture was taken on a sunny day when 10/13 was cloudy; it must have been taken on another day or somewhere else. I noticed that a few descriptions must have been mixed up as well because they did not match the photo they were supposed describe, while providing an accurate description of an adjacent photo. Luckily, everyone got the right message when they saw my photo, except my name was not on it. Instead it said “Unknown Author.” I want to be known.

I felt that I could concentrate on the art a lot more when there were less people around, so from my experience, it’s clear that art would be easier to learn about in a rural setting, not in NYC. At least the Macaulay seminar fulfills my liberal arts requirements, while adding some unique experiences. I guess this class is encouraging me to challenge human propensities. I say: “Challenge accepted.”

The Subway Platform

I was reading this poem, by Laurie Sheck, while the subway was arriving at the station I was waiting in. It describes what you see and what happens in the subway station. Most people just let their commute pass by, but this poem makes the reader pay attention to what is going on. Like art, it encourages stopping what you are doing to enjoy every fleeting moment, even if you do something routinely everyday, like waiting for the subway. It demonstrates the excitement you can feel when seeing things you don’t notice in your common day: “Why hadn’t I noticed them before?”

Andy Warhol

Andy Warhol is one of the most important artists of pop art. He became extremely popular during the second half of the 20th century. He is best remembered for his paintings of Campbell’s soup cans and Marilyn Monroe, though he created a myriad of other works including commercial advertisements and films. His works explore the relationship between artistic expression, celebrity culture and advertisement that flourished by the 1960s. He was greatly inspired by the bohemian and counterculture lifestyle of his friends and himself. However, Warhol is a controversial artist because many critics criticize him for being merely a “business artist.”

The photo that Robert took of Andy Warhol.

The photo that Robert took of Andy Warhol.

As a kid, he was somewhat of an outcast because he was quiet, could always be found with a sketchbook in his hands, and had shockingly pale skin and white-blonde hair. Warhol also loved to go to movies and started a collection of celebrity memorabilia, especially autographed photos. A number of these pictures appeared in Warhol’s later artwork.

He discovered the blotted-line technique during his college years when he would tape together two pieces of paper, mark one paper with ink, and then fold the two papers in order to replicate the design on the other paper as well. The result was a design with irregular, smudged lines that he would further fill in with watercolor. After college, Warhol moved to New York and became well known for his blotted-line technique during the 1950s. His technique was used for many shoe commercials, book covers, album covers and even Christmas cards.

Around 1960, Warhol had decided to make a name for himself in pop art. Pop art was a new style of art that began in England in the mid-1950s and consisted of realistic renditions of popular, everyday items. Warhol turned away from the blotted-line technique and chose to use paint and canvas but at first he had some trouble deciding what to paint. He paid his friend $50 for the idea to paint a can of soup. This became one of his most famous and expensive works of art.AM_Warhol_MOCA

Unfortunately, Warhol found that he couldn’t make his paintings fast enough on canvas. Luckily in July 1962, he discovered the process of silk screening. This technique uses a specially prepared section of silk as a stencil, allowing one silk-screen to create similar patterns multiple times. He immediately began making paintings of celebrities, most notably a large collection of paintings of Marilyn Monroe. Warhol would use this style for the rest of his life.

During the 1960’s he continued to paint and create pop art, but began to create films as well. In 1968 he was pronounced clinically dead after being shot, but the doctor saved Warhol’s life by cutting his chest open and massaging his heart. He then founded the Interview Magazine that still flourishes to this day. Warhol died 20 years later; he was 58 years old.

In the book Just Kids Patti and Robert admire Warhol. He is sort of an artistic celebrity for them, but a celebrity that they often see in bars and at shows that each of them visits. When Robert became famous for his photographs he made several photos of Andy Warhol.

-Angelika

The Hotel Chelsea

Located at 222 West 23rd street between 7th and 8th avenue, the Chelsea Hotel, commonly referred to as Hotel Chelsea, is located in the Chelsea neighborhood of Manhattan. The history of the building dates back to its construction between 1883 and 1885, and it was one of the first apartment building complexes in New York. It eventually became a hotel, but allowed for long-term residents. It became famous for it was where poet Dylan Thomas had stayed prior to his death in November 1953, the site where author Charles Jackson committed suicide in 1968, and where reportedly Sid Vicious stabbed his girlfriend in 1978. The place was home to many artists, poets, musicians, and more during the 1960s and 1970s.

With regards to Just Kids, Hotel Chelsea was the site where Patti Smith had heard that had cheap rooms and that they can pay in art temporarily ahead of time (Smith 93). Inevitably, they got the smallest room in Hotel Chelsea, room 1017, as described by Smith (94-95). At Hotel Chelsea, Patti and Robert met many different people. The first person Robert met was Bruce Rudow, who took him under his wings. Others included hotel manager Stanley Bard, Sandy Daley, of who was describe as “the most influential person we met” (101), Matthew Reich etc. The Hotel Chelsea was a place of art and intellectual hub during this era, where famous people such as Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix had stayed. A lot happened there.

Currently the hotel is under renovation, and is scheduled to reopen in 2015. In 1966 it was named one of the New York City landmarks and in 1977 it was put on the National Register of Historic Places.

 

~Christopher Chong

The Hotel Chelsea

Reading about the Hotel Chelsea in “Just Kids” is just so overwhelming.  On almost every page there is a new major person referenced and being someone born to parents that were once part of 60s culture almost all of the musicians sound very familiar.  Although I cannot put names to songs I know I enjoyed a lot of the songs of Jimi Hendrix, Bob Dylan, and Janis Joplin in particular.  Seeing these names repeated, I could not help but listen to their music in the background as I continued to read.  Although I am just about free of these past musicians, as I am now enthralled with modern pop music and alternative rock, seeing these names and listening to their songs and brought back memories of long road trips as my parents listened to the Vinyl Classics station on Sirius XM.

I remember one class in which I said I am happy I chose not to be an artist because of the harsh life they live and now reading throughout this chapter I have to slightly recant my haste conclusion.  Although I still cannot imagine having to live with such a lack of financial security, I think it would be amazing to be able to surround myself with these very notable and famous artists and musicians.  It is a very diverse group of people and I remember Smith saying how it is as if the entire hotel held many universes as in each room there was just a whole different type of person.  As a developing artist she also says how many of these people had influenced her and in living in such a place, I guess you would not be able to help but be influenced by every artist around you.  I can’t imagine how interesting it would be to be surrounded by all of these artists everyday.

Like I said my parents were alive during this time and they were very into this type of music that was being made but they had never told me about the Hotel Chelsea and so it had been very interesting to learn about it by reading it from a artist’s perspective.  If you had not been able to influence this type of music I really recommend these songs:

Poem

I became nostalgic thinking of some of the weirdest poems that I loved back in those days….

Ode to an Artichoke (Pablo Neruda)

The artichoke
of delicate heart
erect
in its battle-dress, builds
its minimal cupola;
keeps
stark
in its scallop of
scales.
Around it,
demoniac vegetables
bristle their thicknesses,
devise
tendrils and belfries,
the bulb’s agitations;
while under the subsoil
the carrot
sleeps sound in its
rusty mustaches.
Runner and filaments
bleach in the vineyards,
whereon rise the vines.
The sedulous cabbage
arranges its petticoats;
oregano
sweetens a world;
and the artichoke
dulcetly there in a gardenplot,
armed for a skirmish,
goes proud
in its pomegranate
burnishes.
Till, on a day,
each by the other,
the artichoke moves
to its dream
of a market place
in the big willow
hoppers:
a battle formation.
Most warlike
of defilades-
with men
in the market stalls,
white shirts
in the soup-greens,
artichoke field marshals,
close-order conclaves,
commands, detonations,
and voices,
a crashing of crate staves.

And
Maria
come
down
with her hamper
to
make trial
of an artichoke:
she reflects, she examines,
she candles them up to the light like an egg,
never flinching;
she bargains,
she tumbles her prize
in a market bag
among shoes and a
cabbage head,
a bottle
of vinegar; is back
in her kitchen.
The artichoke drowns in a pot.

So you have it:
a vegetable, armed,
a profession
(call it an artichoke)
whose end
is millennial.
We taste of that
sweetness,
dismembering scale after scale.
We eat of a halcyon paste:
it is green at the artichoke heart

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This ties in with my previous snapshot of NY; sometimes we are just like an artichoke, thinking greater of us than we are, until the moment it strikes us to realize that Maria is coming to boil us down. Perhaps, that is the very reason why movies featuring the destruction of the city due to natural disasters tend to be stimulating (not in a positive sense)…

If there is glory in something fleeting, when will New York become glorious?

Subway Riders Can’t Miss This

Without a doubt, the acronym “MTA” has a negative connotation do it.

Nonetheless, we all use it. In the recent years MTA has implemented a program called “Arts for Transit”, which displays any form of arts in the stations, in the trains, basically anywhere in the transit system.

I remember we read a poem in the beginning of the year called “Construction Site, Windy Night” (Pg 201 in Poems of New York). The thing that I most remembered from it was some sort of scaffolds, plastic sheets that was flying from the building. Today, as I was on the D train going back to the dorms, I notice a poem titled “Scaffolding” by Seamus Heaney (1939-2013). The poem went something like this:

Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;

Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.

And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.

So if, my dear, there sometimes seems to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me

Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.

This beginning of the poem is pretty straight forward. The first two stanzas pretty much depicts a mason’s job when they begin to build. However, the poem starts to change in the third stanza, when the speaker seems to be sad that the scaffolds are falling. This however exposes the beauty of the building when its done.

The fourth stanza is the highlight of the poem. The speaker speaks to someone he cares, someone he loves, most likely a mate, and it reveals that the relationship between the two may be “falling apart”. But he ends up with the fifth stanza, saying that whats behind that scaffold is something stronger, something more beautiful.

So next time you take a ride on the MTA, check out the arts and all the stuff you see just may very much surprise you! See if you can spot this poem as well! 🙂

~Christopher Chong

“Observation” by Dorothy Parker

Sorry to post another poem that may not be a great fit for class, but this is one I felt really fit well with most of us as college students:

“If I don’t drive around the park,

I’m pretty sure to make my mark.

If I’m in bed each night by ten,

I may get back my looks again,

If I abstain from fun and such,

I’ll probably amount to much,

But I shall stay the way I am,

Because I do not give a damn.”

 

I feel like this is something a lot of us have to go through now that we are in college. We received all those lessons on time management early in the year and this poem shows that for a lot of us, we know what we should do with our time, but we just do not care enough to do those things. Instead, we would rather stay up late (not me, I actually go to bed at 10) and have a good time. This certainly is not a bad thing, as whatever we have done has gotten us this far.

“Subway Rush Hour” by Langston Hughes

I found this poem on page 68 of our poetry book. I am not entirely sure this is a great poem for us to go over in class, as it does not take any special talent to decipher what it is about. It is rather short, spanning just 16 words. Nevertheless, this is a very powerful poem that I figured was worth sharing, since not everyone would see it. Because it is short and I doubt many of us read these posts with our poetry book open, I will copy the poem here:

 

“Mingled

breath and smell

so close

mingled

black and white

so near

no room for fear.”

 

I think those last four lines are especially meaningful, as it speaks to the diversity of New York, but more importantly, to the fact that you cannot fear others when you are always around them. Hughes explains that there is no way to hide from people of a different race and, unless you plan to always be fearful, you cannot be afraid of these people. You have to recognize that a person’s skin color is not related to the kind of person they are. This poem also goes beyond race and beyond the subway. New York is so diverse with many people of different religious beliefs and sexual orientations and they are all over the city, not just in the subway.

On Robert Mapplethorpe

When I started reading up on Robert Mapplethorpe, all sources pointed to the fact that this was one of the most controversial artists of the 20th century. It was when I started looking up his artwork that realized why: his highly stylized black and white photography bordered on graphic depictions of the human nude form. His portfolio ( selections of which are available at http://www.mapplethorpe.org/portfolios/ ) consisted of other types of photography, however. My personal favorite was his series on statues. One of them, I’m posting here! I highly encourage you guys to read up on Mapplethorpe, not because of his immense artistic impact, but simply because he’s such an interesting fellow.

Mapplethorpe, Skull and Crossbones, 1983

Mapplethorpe, Skull and Crossbones, 1983

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Mapplethorpe, Italian Devil, 1988

Just Kids, Through Page 55

It takes a certain amount of courage to follow your dreams, whatever they may be. Becoming an artist, while a dream for many, is one of the most difficult dreams to follow, as it does not offer much financial security, and unless you make it big, you really don’t make it at all. I remember Kevin saying this book made him not want to be an artist, and while I certainly agree that this would be a very difficult lifestyle for anyone, this book also shows the positive of such a lifestyle. The first 55 pages of this book, while brief, showed the many pros and cons of being an artist. Those positives included an incredible level of freedom that many of will not enjoy in our lifetime, as Patti and Robert had an incredible amount of free time to themselves. They are also able to do what they enjoy for a living. I think in a way that is the ideal way to live, and that is why so many people try to follow such dreams even if they do not offer much in the way of financial security. Nevertheless, it takes a special amount of courage to pursue something more than the money.