But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree – William Blake

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold
And commerce settles on every tree – William Blake

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That’s closer to it. The artistic life without the talent. – Philip K. Dick