Being an artist who works for little money and sporadic attention news of the suicide of celebrated bad boy fashion designer Alexander McQueen left me humbled at the randomness of life, the unfairness of celebrity, happiness and what it takes to create a self-made life as an artist or just an everyday Jane.
It would seem like someone who had such acclaim should be happy. Especially when that someone did it his own way, without the agreement of the establishment and who rose to great prominence in spite of them. After all don’t money and success especially when doing something you love always lead to happiness?
Of course, as proven time and time again the answer is an obvious NO.
Yet we are lucky to be surrounded by so many inspired creators who need to do their work, be it music, writing, dance, photography whatever the hell it is that turns them on, without so much attention. The need to create is what drives them.
So like our friend Bridgeport comedian Jackson noted, in of all places his Facebook page, we are both the slave and our master.
Poor people are often happy. Rich folks often miserable. Same for the famous and the unknown, too.
