For a While I lived solely off my art. Not very well mind you. and my rent was $150 per month. That was because of the House studios, an old crappy house that Robert Anderson turned into a little commune of sorts. for a while it was a strange little idyllic place in the wasteland that was downtown Phoenix. Eventually we all moved on. Then it was an abandoned house once more.
Now it has burned to the ground. There's a painting in this for sure.
The upstairs of this separate building in back was my studio.
Here's a link to the actual fire.