Regarding Mothers of Aritsts

I know that just about everyone credits their mothers with being their inspirations, and with being their biggest supporters; but we artists owe a special debt to our mothers.  In my case, we both moved out to Los Angeles at the same time, and, though I have been a grown adult ever since I’ve lived here, she has been my safety net.  Emotionally she was there through the very big ups and downs I’d go through, celebrating when I thought I had that film deal, and being there for me when it fell through.  She was like a second mother to my girlfriends, and was there with my like my buddy when they left.  She has, in essence, been my best friend through thick and thin.

Having a child who’s an artist is like a curse.  Parents might as well have a doctor come out and tell them in a sorrowful tone that they have been stricken with some horrible disease for which there is no cure.  Unless their child is one of the 1% that “make it,” (in which case the parent has won the lotter,) he or she will always be poor, and will constantly be calling asking for a “loan,” (which is really more like a “borrowing” money that never comes back.)

Despite all of this, my mother has stuck it out with pride and supportiveness, despite my not always being as grateful as I could be.  Thank you for all you do for me, Mom.