If you don’t get quirky, eloquent and engaged response to questions like “what would you like for tea? Don’t listen to the words that they’re saying, listen to the Artists are constantly volatile and passionate, and they always experience emotions on a more deep level than you, like Deanna Troi from Star Trek, or a dog.
Roll a slice of ham under the doorway periodically, but in a non-intrusive way.
Basically, if you're in for the long haul, you don't have to worry about him ever forgetting your birthday or, later in life, who you are.
Granted, was a beautiful story (thank you, Ryan Gosling!
He was a wordsmith, gifted with the talent to string along thoughts cohesively into intricate mental pictures.
However, no matter how many tales he told me, the above words have always stuck. There should be some fine print condition at the bottom saying *this is not for the faint of hearts or for those who love the illusion of love.
Make sure you get laminate or tiled floors for the fortnightlyish occasions when they smear a mix of tears, acrylic paint and faeces around the place.
Ask them about what they’re working on at the moment. This is because they are intensely self-centred, and would rather draw attention to themselves than do jobs that make a social contribution, like Finance or Property Management.
Allow them to move out of their extended adolescence in which they value human creativity more than the ability to gain home equity in their own time. Remember that their charming child-brains are why you’ve taken them in, like a malnourished orphan chimney-sweep stranded in a snowdrift, or a dog.
You may or may not have seen this quote floating around on the inter-webs before. I am an artist, and I know that dating me is a bit of a challenge.
"Support the arts and date an artist." Every few months, it creeps down my timeline again, and each time I see it I can't help but to roll my eyes in confusion. I'm random, a touch of scatterbrained, and my mood swings, though few, are deep as hell.