millionaire artist

This was drawn in New York, July, 1998. My late father used to call this one, “Hugh’s Autobiography”.

Like pretty much every young person in New York at the time, I was feeling the pull to be creative and the pull to make a living, both very strongly.

Which pull was more important? To abandon either seemed like a sell-out to me. To be a starving artist seemed kinda lame; to give up drawing just so I could chase dollars more effectively, seemed equally so.

So I spent the next decade or so trying to find a compromise that worked for me.

In the end, I found it.

In the end, it didn’t feel like a compromise.

In the end, it felt like I was doing what I was born to do.

I find most people with any talent, stamina and discipline who are willing to delay gratification for a few years, arrive at this point eventually.

It just depends on how badly you want it.