(Starving) Artist?

FullSizeRender 9It’s been nearly a year since I had my first calligraphy class.  It all started from a calligraphy course ad at my residence’s clubhouse, I only hinted about trying it out and my dad immediately called up his old friend (also my old family doctor) who happened to be a calligraphy master.  He called me up and introduced me to my current calligraphy teacher.  That’s the beginning of my weekly morning calligraphy class, a Tuesdays with Morrie kind of experience.

A few weeks ago, my dad met up with his old friend, the calligraphy master.  My calligraphy teacher, his wife, my classmates and I joint them after class.  Even though it was the first time my dad met with my calligraphy class members, the conversation at the restaurant was quite lively and enjoyable.  The calligraphy master asked to see my calligraphy homework, I hesitantly handed it over and showed him my sketchbook as well, he seemed satisfied.

After that enjoyable lunch, the calligraphy master wrote a letter to my dad and in it was a short paragraph saying that I have the potential to be an artist.  And since then, my parents had told me a few times to consider pursuing art full-time.  Full-time artist?!  Really??  I admit that the thought of indulging with art as a career had crossed my mind briefly before, but I quickly abandoned that “dream” for I could never see myself being able to sustain my possible future family economically via art.  Besides, there’s a famous saying that it’s best to leave your enjoyable hobby as is and don’t have it mixed with your career.  Correct?

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