Let me tell you what having nothing means to me. To artists, ideas are currency. Inspiration, quite literally, equals dollars. Honest art is bankable. Ideas are fuel for an artist’s idle mind. Artists run on ideas the same way nine-to-fivers run on food and watered-down coffee. Without ideas, artists don’t get out of bed. Without ideas, they meander about like forgeries of who they want to be. Without ideas, artists crumble. I am not talking about ‘my-mother-thinks-it-is-great-and-that-people-would-really-enjoy-it’ ideas. And I am not talking about some ‘great-idea-that-some-old-high-school-buddy-ran-by-me-at-some-random-party-last-weekend’ idea. I am talking about honest ideas. Art without honesty is just craft. Honest ideas worth sharing. Spreading. Ideas that nurture. Ideas that mean something. Ideas that are the food, the very sustenance of the future. And these…