executive healthcare for artfags in poverty (schtick it in my boipu$$y)

The best healthcare, I've found, is the art itself.  It's therapy.  Drawing is therapy.  Process is therapeutic.  The process of producing art by hand is painstaking and an altered state unto itself.  Art is therapeutic.  Art saved my life.  Art made me sane again.  Art helped me explain myself to myself.  So if I'm talking Priorities, I'm talking making art.  Being able to make art is the first, best investment I can make, in this life, on this earth.  It's the one thing that's worth a damn, that nobody other than I, could do, in this particular way, in these configurations of light and line and shadow and field.  This art is my life.  It is my health and my wealth.  You can't buy a weekend in a spa that feels like getting the lines on a piece of paper Exactly Right.  It's a decadent feeling of power, of manifest ability, of hearing the all the concerted notes to a symphony in the minimal gestures made with your own hand.  It's the business.