Starving Artist

Fear once told me that art was a dangerous road called Starving Artist Way. So, I studied spreadsheets and sent emails instead. Now a phantom haunts the rafters and she is ravenous, clawing thoughts with sharpened fingernails and gnawing on bones. The artist rages to be free. “Neglect made me this way," she laments from her cage. A starving artist, yes, because I have starved her. Watch now as I set her free.