Different? Well, that may simply be an added layer of defence or self-imposed 'glory' that we like to bestow upon ourselves.
My late wife was into maths and science which didn't prevent her from being ultra-creative in the kitchen. She didn't say much about my own inclinations as a professional photographer because we met whilst still at school and so there were no nasty shocks to come and we took each other at face value because we knew WYSIWYG. For once.
But, looking at it coldly from the perspective of a retired old snapper, I would say that being artistic is probably more of a curse than a blessing. It is oh so easy to indulge in a mood of self-love and to promote one's self as something special and thus immune from the realities that face the rest of the world, but if we are to measure success in life by the bottom line, then few so-called artists are into the higher brackets of comfortable living.
I think this happens because we seem to have an ability to avoid seeing the facts that surround us, form us and become us. We make allowances and say oh, it's just because of my artistic nature, I can't help it, and that you drive a brand new 600SL doesn't matter to me one iota. Indeed... Look, as a personal example: my in-laws ran a firm of chartered surveyors and my dad-in-law always maintained that it made no difference to them if they worked on the facts and figures of a brick shit-house or a palace - the money was proportionately the same. You see, I couldn't, wouldn't do that: it had to be work that gave me a sense of one-upmanship or I wouldn't look for it. So I got stuck in fashion and calendars and an ever-shrinking world of bigger and fewer clients until the time when I ran out of both, not necessarily because of anything I did but because the world also changed whilst I was avoiding looking it in the eye. A more balanced and non-artistic point of view would have made a helluva lot of difference to my todays!
On the bright side, being a photographer and, I suppose, a creative by extension, certainly gave an entrée into higher social circles than earning power alone would have dictated; whether as a freak or some other kind of curiosity I was never quite sure, but it was pleasant enough and also instructive in that I realised that money makes many things possible that its lack does not, but per se provides very little. I have seen as much unhappiness and insecurity amongst the very wealthy as I have ever experienced myself. The difference is that you do have today's expenses taken care of, even if you might lose the rest tomorrow.
How do the very successful 'artistic' types fare? I don't know - I never got to know one.
Rob C