The life of an artist.

As mentioned in my post yesterday, a toddler's curiosity is the epitome of an artistic soul, and therefore one who manages to preserve this innocent curiosity to squeeze out the juice (rasa, which translated from the Sanskrit means mellow or essence) from every object that he perceives is an artist.
An artist is therefore never a comformist who changes and adapts his characteristics, mind and desires according to the requirements of material life of eating, sleeping, mating and defending.
I'm not saying that artists ignore the business of human life but rather that they do not do so by sacrificing their innocent curiosity to uncover the truth of their surroundings and their true eternal destiny.
I understand a true artist as one who strives for truth unlike the politicians, industrialists and scientists who have no qualms about distorting or even destroying the truth for dominant power, profits and fame.
As such artists cannot in spirit be part of the establishments of modern civilisation including religious and artistic institutions which thrive on fund management as for survival's sake they don't mind compromising on truth or even those principles enshrined in their belief or constitution.
An artist is never a cheat. His media is truth. This is portrayed in the beauty of his artistic creations be they paintings, sculptures, drama, literature or music. An insincere person's attempt to produce artistic works will show up in the glaring flaws in his works.
Of course in today's world many such insincere artists are making the mark everywhere as their patrons being politicians, industrialists and dry academicians being flawed personalities lack the purity to uncover the artist's flaws and end up being cheated in turn.