The great thing about marrying an artist when you are an artist yourself (at least in my mind) is that there would just be so much to learn from each other. Everyday brings in something new. Two artists who’d each have their own studio and whenever boredom hits they would just collaborate artworks. Perhaps even just drop-by their side of the studio to see how things are going and critique each others art, helping them along the way. Creative works and inspiration at every turn of the corner as bewilderment of each others passion for the arts is blatantly shown. When times get rough, they both can be homeless together when they don’t have enough clients but have the strongest support because they would both be going through similar situations at hand. Life would be wonderful just like that.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”—
I still have that ridiculous childish dream of one day becoming an astronaut. Flying through space and seeing how big the universe really is would be such an incredible experience. Those tireless years of training to prepare for the launch, the excruciating anxious feeling you get during the rocket launch and crappy space food would all be forgotten once you’re out there- out of the atmosphere and into the world that’s beyond our knowledge. Imagine just witnessing what very few people get to see before they die, which is the vast array of space. Literally.
The only thing is that this is an unrealistic dream and so I will just settle for whatever I am good at right now, on Earth. Bummer.