“Have I become an artist? Do I have anything that deserves appreciation?”
it really puts into perspective how massive the role that consumerism plays into art is, all of these talented artists being exploited and overworked to the brim for little compensation yet their passion and love for not only art but Van Gogh remains unswayed. Seeing Zhao come to terms and realize his talent yet in a way feeling beyond empty due to his art consisting only of replicas, saying “what do I do now” made me emotional, his devotion and respect is inspiring and I wish him nothing but the best
“Have I become an artist? Do I have anything that deserves appreciation?”
it really puts into perspective how massive the role that consumerism plays into art is, all of these talented artists being exploited and overworked to the brim for little compensation yet their passion and love for not only art but Van Gogh remains unswayed. Seeing Zhao come to terms and realize his talent yet in a way feeling beyond empty due to his art consisting only of replicas, saying “what do I do now” made me emotional, his devotion and respect is inspiring and I wish him nothing but the best