My first bachelor apartment was a total shithole…and I loved it.
Not only was it big and insanely cheap, it came with an absentee landlord. If you wanted to play your music really loud at all hours (which I did), or smoke copious amounts of weed (which I also did), you were free to do so.
Another great thing about living in a total shithole, is that you’re not concerned with keeping up appearances. This is especially great if you’re an artist; art can get messy.
Over the next several years, I splashed about completely unfettered, and in the process, made a huge mess of the place. It was a lot of fun.
Even better, it was during this time that I really came into my own as an artist. After struggling for years, I was finally able to control my hands and bring my visions to fruition.
Due to an ongoing war between another tenant and the landlord, and owing to a rapidly deteriorating building, it was time to seek out more respectable digs.
There is absolutely no comparison between the work I made before entering that apartment and the work I made while in it. I arrived an amateur, and I emerged a professional artist.
The evolution continues.