I think I get better now, why Vivian Maier didn’t show her photography to anyone, died alone and unknown, and her work was very nearly lost forever. She probably did show it to a few close people and when they shrugged it off she stopped showing it to anyone, but she couldn’t stop doing it because she was an artist and had that need.

You wonder how much art has been lost to us. Mine will probably vanish after I’m gone. Not that I’ll know it. Every time I have reached out and got the shrug it’s felt like a knife to the gut, but you don’t ever say so because nobody wants to hear that. Eventually you just get beaten down. When it makes you stop creating altogether then you know you’re finished.