My father is a wood, stone, reclaimed materials, and xeriscape artist and resents that he‘s subjected to the gaze of an audience if anything. I know with absolute certainty that he would feel compelled to create beautiful things even if he were the last man on earth, even if there were nothing left to build with. it’s the way he interfaces with the world! I think that’s very common among the most humble working artists who really do it for their craft and it’s why they’re able to be so prolific. Many of these artists don’t become known until after their deaths, if ever.
