Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. —Pablo Picasso 400 guests. More gifts than we could fit in our car. Dollar dance money bulging from the silky drawstring bag. All of it is a blur. But there is one moment from my wedding night that is clearer than a shiny coat of high gloss varnish. My new husband and I sat in the middle of a cushy bed at our cushy resort, holding hands and staring deep into each other’s eyes, ready to share what our dream life would be. A million bucks in the bank? A three-story villa in Cabo? Traveling the globe? “Let’s live our life based on music and art,” he said.