Somehow, the French got this idea of the starving artist. Very romantic, except it's not so romantic for the starving artist.
In my early days, I was about 145 pounds. I was really a starving artist; the poster child for starving artists.
I was a starving artist.
I was planning on being a starving artist.
I am, as they say, the classic starving artist.
When you're a starving artist, you make do. It didn't matter that I didn't know where my rent was coming from.
I do lot of weight training, I eat everything as well. I don't believe in starving or dieting. So that's basically how I got fit.
I didn't really go the starving-artist route. I kind of went and did massive, commercial things.
I'm an entrepreneur, a businessman. I've got a lot of money, and that doesn't go very well with the whole 'starving artist in a garret' routine.
A starving child is a frightful sight. A starving vampire, even worse.
I was a journalist, but I was starving. And I've written fiction, but I couldn't get a publisher. So, I was basically a very frustrated creative person working in advertising, and even there, I have a great idea that client won't buy it.
When we say, 'We are starving,' we have to remember that there are people who are literally starving. If everyone fed one person, one meal, we could make a huge difference.
There used to be rather serious firewalls between the artist and the buying public - the gallery, the publisher. And technology demolishes that wall and basically says, 'Self-promote or die.' And that is a bad head for any sort of artist to be forced into.
My process in making a music video is pretty much a formula of talking to the artist. I've never made a video where I didn't talk to the artist before I wrote the treatment. Basically, I enter into it knowing we are collaborators.
It has to be admitted that starving nations never seem to be quite so starving that they cannot afford to have far more expensive armaments than anybody else.
If you looked at my resume in the years leading up to Flickr, I worked in a dive shop in landlocked Arkansas; I was a starving artist. I just arrived at the thing I love to do accidentally.