I didn't really go the starving-artist route. I kind of went and did massive, commercial things.
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I'm an entrepreneur, a businessman. I've got a lot of money, and that doesn't go very well with the whole 'starving artist in a garret' routine.
And so I was doing that and starving and somebody said you should model and I ran when they told me how much money you could make and I did a television commercial the first job.
Painting pictures didn't make me a lot of money. I have to eat.
I went to a few really bad commercial auditions because I needed the money, and when you booked a commercial, your life was made: you could eat.
I didn't expect to become an artist. I was not comfortable going out on the road.
I feed on art more than I ever do on photographs. I can admire photography, but I wouldn't go to it out of hunger.
I did all the work at the beginning up until the point where I couldn't handle the increasingly heavy art production burden alone. I needed, and got, assistance.
It dawned on me that art was the way I could survive.
I started writing lyrics out of desperation. I was broke and wondering where my next job, my next meal was coming from, although I had had several successful revue songs on Broadway.
I am, as they say, the classic starving artist.