One is considered of value based upon what one can produce, be it artifact or service. The same mercenary and monetary basis informs attitudes toward art as toward other endeavors. Recognition and acclaim may be the siren hymn that signals the imminent downfall of an artist's esteem in the eyes of the dominant culture. Public acclaim turns to public disdain if the artist dares to grow, to change, or worst of all, to have a fallow period. Love does not judge.
Love knows the cycles of creativity, of relationship, of our lives.
As the wheel of the year turns, we see the cycle of life and death and life. It is the natural order of things, gloriously obvious here in the temperate zone. Dormancy is the seed state, a sleeping and tiny seed which appears inanimate and dead. Of course the seed is not dead, but dormant. It is the stored energy, the mini-matrix containing hidden potential.