The whole North American scene is holding you back, so you abruptly pack up everything and move to Uglavaria.
Yes, Uglavaria! There is a civil war going on in this, your new home, but it don't affect you, so who cares?
You build your new home high atop Mount Ungstrectch, and it is a cold life, warmed by hot chocolate laced with vrosh and endless burning logs. Just you and the fantastic spear-tipped mountains, looking so hard, so imposing in the frozen light under the constantly shifting snows.
Some of your fellow artists called you mad to leave, but these years see you create your best works, and not just by your own reckoning: they sell for tens thousands of dollars each while you live, and for millions more after your death.
You love life in the isolated mountains, and you love drinking vrosh. It's your ultimate high, finally, unending. You love painting, more than anything, and you are able to do it all day, every day, while having all your earthly needs satisfied by doorstep deliveries of hired wagon-teams and airdrop.
Life goes on like this for decades, and, one day, you realize that you have won. YOU'VE WON WON WON!