13.12.16

Any day

My orthomanual therapist, who is very good and very successful and treats many patients every day, had forgotten what the cause of my physical problems was. He looked at his notes, saw that in summer he had moved 10 vertebrae back in the proper position and asked “Did you have an accident before you came?” I told him I was an artist who had stretched her limits too far and I had walked for too long and carried too much. I told him I walked across countries to be in the world slowly and see what happens if you live your life differently. He smiled and said:”Ah, it is your hobby!”

It isn’t the first time I hear that. People think making art is fun, you play around, create some beautiful things and when you travel a lot like I do they see it as some sort of eternal holiday even. I said “No, it isn’t my hobby, it is my profession, my dedication”. He said: “But don’t you like doing it, isn’t it pleasurable?” I wanted to tell him to read his notes again and think it through but usually with people who use the word “hobby” it is better to move on in the conversation as quick as possible. Furthermore I pay € 120,- for 15 minutes so I rather be on the table upside down having my neck vertebrae being hammered at again than waisting words on something he had no idea about. So I just said “It is the hardest thing I can imagine and I need it more than anything. Life wouldn’t make sense without it and it gives me tremendous joy but if any hobby would only slightly make me go through what making art does to me, I would choose a different hobby immediately.”


While breathing in and out to make it easier and less painful to put some bones back in place, I wondered if it would make a difference if I would earn €400 an hour doing what I do. I guess I will never know for sure but I strongly suspect not. And anyway, there are other things I earn. Better than any money. Well worth to naively but knowingly mistreat your body for. Or your brain. Any day.

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