Creation is rebellion.
Why would anyone bleed hours and hours of their one wild and precious life into projects that, in all probability, will never pay their rent, never be applauded and will most certainly never be appreciated by friends and family?
No one with half a brain does art in search of fame.
Artists do art because we must.
Even as society rewards richly the derivative, the remake, the 10 second boiled-down gutless and hollowed-out shadow of an idea.
Thanks to the click-bait, the hustler, the botox and the creep. The earth really is ruled by the meek.
So why make at all when the slop is so great?
Because there's JOY in them hills.
Don't we want that?