Artist here
I never intended on becoming an artist, in fact if someone told me, 20 years ago that I'd end up a professional artist I would have laughed at them. my background is a degree in biochemistry which I quickly found out was useless unless I was planning on going to graduate school, which I wasn't because I had a massive student loan.
I worked in the field for a couple of years and through the wonders of nepotism ended up working for the government shuffling papers and creating maps.
During one of my government employee chin stroking sessions, calculating just how many more coffee breaks until retirement I decided that I'd better "do something" lest I rot, spending most of my energies justifying my job and covering my ass.
So i came up with an idea, an idea so weird that I won't tell you about it because you'll form a picture in your mind and it will be wrong. Sometimes I threaten to set up a flickr account so I can show people what I do but...it's coming, yea, that's it, it's coming.
I sell exclusively original works, no mechanical reproductions, in a busy outdoor art market and every year, I manage to sell nearly everything I make which eliminates the need for a website. heck i don't even have business cards because I don't want people calling me up and ordering stuff, because then I have to ship it.
I cane to skepticism naturally, after a period of being woo positive. Something in my brain snapped and I began to question the veracity of concepts I wanted to believe in.
I became a skeptic before I became an artist. I also had to become an egomaniac, for professional reasons.
