You're King Material.
I've encountered a lot of self-made people lately.
I always find them a mix of inspirational and discouraging. Like a fine, dark roasted blend of "how amazing that this is possible! What fine opportunities lie ahead for the bright and confident," and "why have I not illuminated the world with my genius and made myself by now, filling a unique and financially viable artistic niche in the universe?"
I was looking at one of numerous painter's websites, wondering for the billionth time why I don't put together a website and knowing really its because I generally am ashamed of everything I make, and I was thinking about all the people I've met recently who've started their own art businesses or even schools through a little networking, a little shmoozing, a little talent and a shitton of dedication. I thought about the future, and my career, and which of a billion doors to go through, and even windows, and ventillation shafts, and thinking the possibilities were so numerous I might just fail for lack of being able to decide.
And I saw the banner ad at the bottom of the fine art website I was perusing.
"You're King Material," it said.
Careers at Burger King. Apply now.
Oh God, I thought.
Oh. God.
I always find them a mix of inspirational and discouraging. Like a fine, dark roasted blend of "how amazing that this is possible! What fine opportunities lie ahead for the bright and confident," and "why have I not illuminated the world with my genius and made myself by now, filling a unique and financially viable artistic niche in the universe?"
I was looking at one of numerous painter's websites, wondering for the billionth time why I don't put together a website and knowing really its because I generally am ashamed of everything I make, and I was thinking about all the people I've met recently who've started their own art businesses or even schools through a little networking, a little shmoozing, a little talent and a shitton of dedication. I thought about the future, and my career, and which of a billion doors to go through, and even windows, and ventillation shafts, and thinking the possibilities were so numerous I might just fail for lack of being able to decide.
And I saw the banner ad at the bottom of the fine art website I was perusing.
"You're King Material," it said.
Careers at Burger King. Apply now.
Oh God, I thought.
Oh. God.