Sometimes it makes me sad, thinking... a lot of great artworks worth less than a two days work washing dishes in a restaurant.

It's sad when we remember how we kill ourselves up to the bottom every days learning how to make a decent piece.... making some part of our hands or fingers have callous.

It's heart breaking if popularity decides your money instead of the efforts, the thoughts, and the time wasted to create an art.

Sometimes it crosses my mind... it would be better to have talents, if there's a thing called talent, for being a doctor or an architect rather than being an artist.

Sometimes I can't help but feeling stupid to feel like this... I wonder if anyone ever think the same... Sorry, just venting out. :/