I was never too fond of the romantic concept that art is born out of suffering… until the current recovery process I’m undertaking (after a serious accident) has presented it to me in a very pragmatic way. My healing bones start hurting intensely before dawn, so I’m forced to get up and start the day when the brain is still incapable of most functions.
So what does one do? One draws. Voila: art comes out of sheer pain.