i said because theres no outside motive in doing it.

i realize, now, my answer was a little off based on what i was trying to say, so ill correct and revamp it in a moment.

when i said it i heard, to my side, someone say "for money."

and that just made me instantly bitter.

you dont create art for money. or, at least, you shouldnt.

when you pick up a pen pick up a paint brush charcoal guitar, when you feel it inside you, really truly feel that stirring and aching and above all that unexplainable longing inside you, you dont continue because of money.

you continue because of that fire. that fire from that center of you, that moves through your heart and into your hands and throat and you just cant stop.

when you begin doing it for money, thats when the fire cools.

im not saying writers, painters, singers who make their living writing and painting and singing are losing their art, their fire. not at all. well, some are, yes. some who become more fixed on the money than the result are. but those that arent, those that work through the night with a slight grin on their face, with a a passion that can be sated only two ways, those that create art and then, ah, and then get paid for it. those people are damn lucky.

so what makes art noble?

because it comes from an inner desire to make things. to make them with no reason other than to say, yes, this is what i feel what i see what i am. you dont make art to fuck someone, although sometimes thats a little tangent happening. you make art to share.

and that, that sharing, is noble.