There is no certificate you can obtain in becoming an artist
You never applied for the position
You work in sales on a commission basis
Like sex work you sell yourself as product
You have a few testimonials from satisfied customers
But these are subjective reviews imbued with personal circumstance
They are empirical truth of nothing
The money you do or don’t make is no barometer of artistic achievement
Glittery shit sells and greatness often doesn’t
There are no catergoricals to be found in cold hard cash
You could insist the prolific nature of your output is the proof of your pudding
But you know quantity does not denote quality
Nor are they mutually exclusive
So the slimness of your cv is no signifier of success
Thus you drift denied your definitive
Like an addict only after applause
An exhibitionist enabled by audience
A crowd pleasing, precarious, conditional
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