Separating art from an artist

 I observe most individuals find it near impossible to separate the artist from the art unless they are artists themselves; it’s like the way individuals feel indignant that someone who makes their living as a clown isn’t constantly funny in real life. The artist becomes commodified, and often when there is some monetary exchange for serving the consumer, feels entitled, like asking if what they want comes in a different color, shape, size, pattern or tweaking their meal to suit them perfectly- you become the object or meal and they’re expecting/projecting something. It’s the vector of emotional immaturity and consumerist entitlement wrapped decoratively around the core of a wounded inner child who is freaking out in one way or another.