So why would anyone in their right minds want to date one? Someone in the arts is used to long hours and little pay and slices of pizza scarfed down at 1 am and rehearsing in hallways and commuting by bus and doing things on the cheap.
And they know how to have fun in otherwise cramped/boring/uncomfortable situations.
If you find yourself an artist on the other side of the ego spectrum, expect tears, cheap Porto and weeks on end without seeing your reclusive artist lover come out of painting hibernation. A possible scenario: him stealing wine from the table next to you while moving a lamp around his head singing “jingle bells” in-between exclamations that he doesn’t drink milk because it makes his farts smell like dead animals. If you’re in for the long haul, remember: shit’s gonna get weird. Yes, the romantic idea of an artist trying to commit suicide because he is so desperately in love with you might be beautiful in books, but in reality turns out it’s a pain in the ass. At some point – even if he is 38 – he’s going to try to join the 27 club. That being said, in this day and age, monogamy is a varnished after-thought.
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If you don’t get quirky, eloquent and engaged response to questions like “what would you like for tea? Don’t listen to the words that they’re saying, listen to the Artists are constantly volatile and passionate, and they always experience emotions on a more deep level than you, like Deanna Troi from Star Trek, or a dog.
Roll a slice of ham under the doorway periodically, but in a non-intrusive way.
Photo by Iliana Kanellopoulou featured by Curated By Girls So you’ve made the jump and moved to one of the creative epicenters of our world – whether it be London, Paris, Berlin, New York or Milan, there is one thing you should know: you are in danger.
Artists are prowling the streets, smoking rollies on the corners of every semi-gentrified emigrant neighborhood; they smell like broken showers, cheap powdered laundry soap and soaked beans (an affliction that comes from living with seven vegan roommates). You’ve found him: a Carhartt-wearing Jesus with a paintbrush and you’ve made a date (he canceled three times, reason: artist problems).