Art lofts confidential

From the reinvigorated Abby G blog:

Tonight, a friend and housemate nearly reduced me to tears by saying, in so many words, that, lacking proof of productivity as a visual artist, I might not qualify to take up permanent residence in the 13-person warehouse collective I've been calling home for the last three months. ... Fighting back tears, I motioned weakly to the slop-stained trash compactor adjacent to the moldy sink. "It takes a real artist to hand scoop all the garbage out of there when the bag is torn and everyone else ignores it like it's not their problem."

Hey, we call that material. Should have affixed it to a canvas.