An Artist (n.) is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.
The Artist's (n.) aim is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
The Artist (n.) is still a little like the old court jester in that he's supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn't part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation.
The Artist (n.) is a form of behavior in Europe. In America, it's an excuse for a form of behavior.
An Artist (n.) is a creature driven by demons. He don't know why they choose him and he's usually too busy to wonder why.
The Artist (n.) is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said.