The agony and the ecstasy of being an artist is the most frustrating thing that one can experience. There are moments when everything is going so well in your art practice you think it will never end, only to have the floor fall from under your studio. It's moments like these when I wonder why do artists put up with this life? Surely, it's not about the money, because most of the time there is no money. Every artist I know wants to be successful both monetarily and artistically like any sane person in a profession looking to move up. But are we a little insane to keep going year after year enduring rejection after rejection and months of plenty and years of starvation? Because we[I] continue to do it, then my answer must be yes! Artists just don't create art... we are art! It's a part of us, it's who we are and because we suffer financially, we are fragile! And as a consequence of that fragility we are easily irritated [ maybe that just me] , never truly understood