If you’re creating for the market, you’re already compromising the core. The moment your work starts to chase trends, you lose something vital. The risk. The soul. The truth.
Real art is messy, uncertain, deeply personal. It’s not shaped by demand. It comes from the quiet places—of doubt, of longing, of resistance. When you start sculpting your work to fit a buyer’s gaze, it becomes decoration. Nothing more.
Yes, the market is part of the world we live in. But it can’t be the compass. When expression flows from honesty, from instinct, from something unshaped by need, it has a different weight. A different staying power.
Work from the inside. Let the noise be noise. Purity of intention doesn’t mean naivety—it means clarity. And in the long run, that’s what holds. That’s what reaches people.
Everything else will follow. Maybe not immediately. But when it does, it will be real.