Last night, I watch the 1987 Danish film, Babette’s Feast (it won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film that year). I hear the main character say this wonderful line: “An artist is never poor.”
I thought of the day I realized I was rich in poems, in birds, in friendship, and in beauty. I thought of the wealth of words I spend however I want. I think of the indulgence of it and this daily feast of wonders recorded in words.
An artist is never poor.