If it is in you the art will come out. You will starve, wear rags and let others take the plaudits but you will create no matter what. Because the most important thing is to create. Because you only have this time in which to create and once it is over the chance is gone forever.
And that is why moments matter so much. That is why the smallest time has ‘all importance’ because together they make up all the time you have. It isn’t about making a name for yourself, that is largely a matter of chance or whether those with the ability to make you famous see money or sex in you. It about doing the work.
It is the mark of the true artist that even with money they still live at that standard, low or high, that enables them to create. They can still be irascible and temperamental, unsociable and difficult but that is the way they are because their work is everything. Love Shelley for his work but he was an awful father; enjoy Hardy for his brilliant novels but he was a terrible husband; artists are flawed socialites.
And those that let money rule them and get carried away by the plaudits are destroyed as artists.