You remind me of my brother-in-law, who is a lawyer, talks in circles, and argues both sides of the point in the same conversation with equal joy and dexterity.
But, when teetering and preaching from the high ground, keep an eye on your feet.
I dig your writing; and many of your perspectives. You rock.
However, your philosophic waxing on this one is getting stuck on the proverbial candle.
I wouldn't pigeonhole all artists into the corner of your beliefs; as we all create differently; and have different motivations. Money, sex, drugs, girls, boys, boats, houses, fame, infamy, guilt, family, whatever...frankly, I don't care. Like most fields, the artworld is comprised of everything. Perhaps more, because of the creativity involved.
Speaking alone, all I care about is the final art; let me be blunt, the final product "” because, like Bukowski books and most other art, it's for sale. 10 minutes to create or 10 years, irrelevant. It's one of two things: Great. Sux. Hell, Vincent wanted to sell his art, Pollock, too.
In the real world I live in, most artists who aren't in college or younger are encumbered with responsibilities. You know.
Or they are just part-time artists or writers, with another gig paying the rent, preaching from the safety of their net, while the professional artists live and die by their sales.
To pay the rent.
Gotta go, my doberman needs feeding. ;)
Pax