Isn't it a little early in the day for such self doubt?
So there's a great post by Ursula Vernon about her reaction to someone decrying that poets *must* stop just doing hoighty toighty work and *need* to be more accessible to the 'common man'.
And there's some commentary that I agree with and yet also find makes me cringe so badly, because I have this desperate fear that I am not really creative, not really an artist, and that my stuff is *crap* because quite frankly I only really do things that are pretty damn easy for me to do.
I'm not struggling with perspective and realism, at least not much, and I tend to rush paintings- I cannot see myself spending more than 5 or 6 hours on a single piece. I just do what comes naturally- and that makes me feel like I'm seriously just doing something any twelve year old could do with fingerpaints, and then am trying to call it art. Of course what the twelve year old does with fingerpaints IS art too.. but is it real art art that someone should try making a living off of?
At what point am I not just lazily going with my weaknesses and actually using a *style*?
I really do personally hate a lot of modern/abstract art, yet I'm doing a kind of abstract modern thing, despite the primitive roots to it that I feel in my bones.
And my poetry too... I'm generally so convinced it's pretty bad stuff, though I've had people compliment me on it so I like to also think I'm good at it. But.. argh! Brain explodes from the juxtapositioning of opinion!
I guess the big problem might just still be that I really do care what *everyone* thinks and says about what I do, though I keep trying not to. (Well, almost everyone...there are some types of people I find I can ignore more easily these days.)
So yeah, brain is fizzing over all this right now. It is mucho annoying.
And there's some commentary that I agree with and yet also find makes me cringe so badly, because I have this desperate fear that I am not really creative, not really an artist, and that my stuff is *crap* because quite frankly I only really do things that are pretty damn easy for me to do.
I'm not struggling with perspective and realism, at least not much, and I tend to rush paintings- I cannot see myself spending more than 5 or 6 hours on a single piece. I just do what comes naturally- and that makes me feel like I'm seriously just doing something any twelve year old could do with fingerpaints, and then am trying to call it art. Of course what the twelve year old does with fingerpaints IS art too.. but is it real art art that someone should try making a living off of?
At what point am I not just lazily going with my weaknesses and actually using a *style*?
I really do personally hate a lot of modern/abstract art, yet I'm doing a kind of abstract modern thing, despite the primitive roots to it that I feel in my bones.
And my poetry too... I'm generally so convinced it's pretty bad stuff, though I've had people compliment me on it so I like to also think I'm good at it. But.. argh! Brain explodes from the juxtapositioning of opinion!
I guess the big problem might just still be that I really do care what *everyone* thinks and says about what I do, though I keep trying not to. (Well, almost everyone...there are some types of people I find I can ignore more easily these days.)
So yeah, brain is fizzing over all this right now. It is mucho annoying.