I am an artist through to my marrow, which might be a curse and not necessarily a good thing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Being beautiful can be a curse, especially if you want to be an artist and create.
Everyone in my family is an artist in some capacity whether they're musicians, painters, or sculptors, so it's in their blood.
Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!
Why has God given me such magnificent talent? It is a curse as well as a great blessing.
I feel blessed. To live an artistic life, it's a blessing.
Pain is such an important thing in life. I think that as an artist you have to experience suffering.
I believe life is precious; I believe that to the marrow of my bones.
As long as I'm blessed and/or cursed to be alive, it's hard to see a time when I won't be making music.
It's not really a curse or anything that you're blind; it's really a blessing.
I will continue to keep fighting sucking the marrow out of life as life sucks the marrow out of me.