Six years ago, I was finishing my Master's in Spain, dreaming of a life where I was a freelance photographer, immersed in creative projects. Back then, it seemed distant, almost unreal. But I’ve always been a dreamer, drawn to challenges.
Perhaps it was the need to prove wrong those who looked at me with doubtful eyes, thinking I lived in a world of fantasy because, as they said, ‘you can't make a living from art.’ Maybe art doesn’t provide a living, but it certainly gives life.
Or perhaps it was my unwavering determination to chase what I’ve always believed in. Once you feel that spark, the growing fervour of a flame inside you, you know there’s no turning back. You might ignore it, but it will always linger within you, dormant. Until one day it erupts, and the feeling is overwhelming. Adrenaline. Dopamine. Serotonin.
That is the power of creativity.
I believe the phrase ‘You can’t make a living from art’ likely comes from frustration, from the unfulfilled dreams of an artist whose life took a different path, forcing them to set aside their passions. Or perhaps it stems from a lack of understanding, the deep-rooted belief in an old society where art was just entertainment for the nobility, and only a few, blessed by the patronage of an aristocrat, could survive and call themselves ‘artists.’
It’s not much different in Spain today, despite the image of a modern society that claims to support culture. I had to move 1,465 miles from home to discover a different reality—a world where creative work and time are truly valued. Where other artists are supportive, kind and truly inspiring.
I still find it hard to believe; sometimes I doubt, struggling to accept that what I’ve dreamt of for so long is now my reality.
It’s been a significant challenge, both personally and professionally, to get to where I am today. But as I’ve said, my stubbornness drives me to pursue my goals with everything I’ve got. You can make a living from art; you just need to be in the right place at the right time. And for me, that place is here and that time is now.

Joseph Chilton Pearce
I’d like to conclude this post by saying that an artist whose life took a different path is also an artist, and always will be. Art is within us, and it’s never too late to dedicate your life to it. Perhaps I was just lucky. I know I am because I always had a privilege that others may never have, and that makes the difference between actually making a living from art: support. Financially, emotionally, and unconditionally, my parents and partner have always supported me along the way.
No matter how far you go, always remember where you started.

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