I've always felt that for someone to choose to live the life (the freedom and the uncertainty) of an artist, that there must be a compulsion. A compulsion to create, to express emotions and feelings through art. A gnawing that leaves a void if not fulfilled artistically.
So, I couldn't "understand" the lack of motivation that I've heard expressed by many artists. Artists are documentarians, reflectors, historians, the past and the present concretized through their compulsion to create. And maybe, selfishly, I wanted an artist to put visuals, music or words to my own conflicted feelings.