There is a rare and untamed pleasure in creating art that is not for sale, that exists beyond commerce, beyond price, untouched by compromise.
It is a selfish joy, a pure indulgence, made for no one but the maker. Creation is both the means and the reward.
No market dictates its form, no audience tempers its essence.
It is art for the sake of self, for the ego’s quiet satisfaction, for the thrill of seeing something born from one’s own mind, unpolluted by expectation or exchange.
In this, there is freedom, there is something untouchable.