It’s a blessed thing, obscurity! Not to be unknown, but to be generally unknown. It would be a thing to be lamented to be utterly without beloved relations in the world, but to be obscure to the general public has it’s wonderful joys.

It’s much more fun to share the joys of life with close friends and kin than alone.

The leaves will still fall, the lights will still sparkle, and the scent of the seasons will still waft over the land. It’s all so much better with love in the mix.

I can go anywhere any time and be left to myself or to lavish my attentions on whoever I’m with.

Of course, to sell art (as I am certain that one day I must, if nothing else because my house is full) one must have buyers. And buyers who will pay well must know how to find the art. If the artist is too obscure, then those who would adore and treasure his art will not find it. The investor who bets on future success would have no basis because no demand is sufficient without building it up. And none of this comes to the obscure.

But on a personal level, while it lasts, obscurity is glorious!