Above: Image by Gina Milicia
When I was a kid and someone asked me “and what do you want to do when you grow up Gina?” my answer was always the same.
“I’m going to be an artist.”
I always got the same response, a small knowing smile, that I interpreted as “wow, how cool. Everyone should be an artist. It’s like, the best thing ever!”
It wasn’t until I was in my mid-late teens that well-meaning friends and family started to comment on my career choice.
“Yes, but what are you going to do to make money dear? Art isn’t a real job. It’s a hobby.”
“Don’t become an artist, you’ll end up starving in a garret.” This confused me because I didn’t know what a garret was (it’s small living space, like an attic).
Luckily for me, I’m a rebel by nature and pretty much ignored all the advice I was given. That was over 30 years ago now and I know everyone just had my best interests in mind, but I do wonder how different my life would have . . .