Can I tell you a story? I love stories!
Once upon a time, so long ago now I can’t even remember how old I was, I heard a comment in some far off corner of the room. I wasn’t feeling too great that day, and that comment I heard fuelled my fire and made me feel righteous. It was mum, or dad, or someone like that, commenting that even though I was good at art I really should get a “real” job.