About fragility, and what has art got to do with it.

How often I have heard the phrase artists are fragile, or drunk, unstable with strong libido, unreliable, weird so that one has to be checked out if one can come to a fancy dinner party with curators etc. Yes, as an artist I’m a special fairy, broken, available for any kinds of use, because I’m desperate to succeed. How did you know.

How about that for irony. What if you guys update to this decade. How fragile am I?