Portrait of an Artist as a Suspiciously Unemployed Young Man
Technically, Joel has not worked a real job for nine years. Sure, he's working for Overhang Productions LLC, but mostly he just sits in his basement living space that someone kindly has allowed him and works at the computer--listening to music, placing beats here and there, making progress that only a few people can hear. He has gotten alot of help from family and friends financially which has allowed him to live this way, but constantly scraping and asking for money for his musical project and day-to-day living expenses is hard work too.
On his breaks away from the computer, Joel reads the Bible and a book about Vincent Van Gogh for comfort, inspiration and direction. Van Gogh seems to be speaking to him again, this time not just in the form of the paintings but in Vincent's relationship with his brother Theo (Vincent's lifetime supporter and patron). At one point in Vincent's life, it seems that his brother was suspicious of the direction Vincent had been heading with his life. With a gift of 50 francs, Theo expressed concern for Vincent's apparent "idleness". This is Vincent's response to Theo's letter:
"Now for more than five years--I do not know exactly how long--I have been more or less without employment, wandering here and there. You say, Since a certain time you have gone down, you have deteriorated, you have not done anything. Is this quite true? It is true that occasionally I have earned my crust of bread, occasionally a friend has given it to me in charity. I have lived as I could, as luck would have it, haphazardly. It is true that I have lost the confidence of many; it is true that my financial affairs are in a sad state: it is true that the future is only too gloomy; it is true that I might have done better; it is true that I've lost time in terms of earning my bread; it is true that even my studies are in a rather sad and hopeless condition, and that my needs are greater--infinitely greater--than my possessions. But is this what you call 'going down', is this what you call 'doing nothing'?...
But I must continue on the path I have taken now. If I don't do anything, if I don't study, if I don't go on seeking any longer, I am lost. Then woe is me. That is how I look at it: continue, to continue, that is what is necessary. But you will ask, What is your definite aim? That aim becomes more definite, will stand out slowly and surely, as the rough draft becomes a sketch, and the sketch becomes a picture--little by little--, by working seriously on it, by pondering over the idea, vague at first, over the thought that was fleeting and passing, till it gets fixed.
I must tell you that with evangelists it is the same as with artists...Why do I tell you this?--not to complain, not to excuse myself for things in which I may or may not have been wrong, but simply to answer you...If there has been any change at all, it is that I think and believe and love more seriously now what I already thought and believed and loved then...So you must not think that I disavow things--I am rather faithful in my unfaithfulness and, though changed, I am the same; my only anxiety is, How can I be of use in the world? Can't I serve some purpose and be of any good? How can I learn more and study certain subjects profoundly? You see, that is what preoccupies me constantly; and then I feel imprisoned by poverty, excluded from participating in certain work, and certain necessities are beyond my reach. And then one feels an emptiness where there might be friendshhip and strong and serious affections, and one feels a terrible discouragement gnawing at one's very moral energy, and fate seems to put a barrier to the instincts of affection, and a choking flood of disgust envelops one. And one exclaims, 'How long, my God!'
For the moment it seems that things are going very badly with me, and it has already been so for a considerable time and may continue awhile in the future; but after everything has seemed to go wrong, perhaps a time will come when things will go right. I don't count on it, perhaps it will never happen; but if there is a change for the better, I should consider it so much gain, I should be contented, I should say, At last! you see THERE WAS SOMETHING AFTER ALL!"