… But you are an artist, you shouldn’t have to explain your work.
I might be totally alone in this, this feeling that my work – me really – wont be understood or appreciated. This inner feeling of lower worth stifled my creative juices for many days. I found myself frustrated by my inability to share what I created so much that I stopped creating altogether. It was when I went to see my younger brother about his helping me with a few projects that he uttered the words I here quote. The came like a sledge hammer through the wall my ego had constructed around itself. Pondering his words I realised that it wasn’t a fear of not being understood and thus appreciated but rather the terror of actually being an open book, cast aside on the empty seat in a packed train carriage. It is almost paralysing.
does it make sense?
The fear rested at the route of this question – one I always ask whenever I speak to people. I’ll try and stop.
do something radically different
A suggestion from a wiser man. Which I’m here trying.
A post a day, come rain or shine.