
A vagabond wanders alone through the streets, clutching a drawing board in his hand, still chasing after the elusive God of Art with eyes eager to discover beauty. He is, undeniably, a drifter in the age of materialism—a living embodiment of the “poor artist” archetype, one often dismissed as an outcast, yet standing as an unyielding testament to creative perseverance. This image may evoke heartache and dismay, yet it is also the reality that many artists in modern society face, navigating an existence where passion must battle pragmatism. However, with government support, artists can sustain their craft, and their livelihoods may be preserved. In my view, such an act is not merely generous—it is an affirmation of the intrinsic value of artistic expression in human civilization.







