Do we understand what goes on in the day-to-day life of an artist, or do we still believe that artists, no matter how struggling they are, are happy simply because they're following their passion?
Ar mes suvokiame, ką reiškia būti  dirbančiu menininku, o galbūt vis dar tikime, kad nesvarbu, kaip menininkai skursta, išlieka laimingais, sekdami savo svajonių?