I came from a very creative family that nonetheless strongly communicated to its children that art was a fun hobby for all but the extremely rare few and you better have a day job.
And even with that, I still have an uncle who teaches art and an aunt that teaches band, both at the high school level. So grandpa’s baloney wasn’t entirely convincing, it seems.
Fine art seems to require a bit of patronage, something nowhere to be found anywhere near our midwestern family. The notion went something like “go make your fortune in computers or plastic or something and then you can afford to be an artist”.
And as much as my youthful self may have virulently rebelled against these notions, I have to admit that it ended up being the course I took in life…