Artwork by Jacques du Toit
Choose life
I chose life.
I chose a job, a career in advertising. I chose the big television, a washing machine and a car.
The life of a struggling artist never appealed to me. Instead I spent the last 5 years advancing my career, falling victim to materialism and the slow cancer that is lifestyle creep. The life I was building was fragile, and it took a small push to shatter it into a million pieces.
Today I don’t own a big tv, or a washing machine or a car. I no longer work in advertising.
Art calls to me. There’s no other way of describing it. I’ve ignored the calling, and the cost has been high. It isn’t a hobby, not like playing the guitar or cooking or rock-climbing. Art is scary as hell, and without it my life is hollow.














