A bird sat on my shoulder and whispered to me " You should try art. " I sucked at it. People made fun of me. Teachers said I wasted my time. It's not like I'm a master of words or a scholar in art.
Some people ask me why I bother at all with the things. Why I get so tired and depressed when people make jokes of my writing and simplify it like they just can't be bothered with trying to understand. Why, what's the point? Why complain about it, why continue doing art?
Some people are asking themselves the same thing. " Why should I even do what I like doing when I'm not any good at it? " You sit your hands at your sides and idle them. You still your tongues and quiet your thoughts. We are troubled because we want meaning and clear cut answers to things.
We want validation because we feel like kings and queens of triumph. There is a world of apathy and everyone can tell you why you will be miserable, why you will fail. They'll treat you like a ghost and hate what you have to say when you choose to exist. They laugh when you're thinking harder than they do. They'll think to themselves " Why bother when nothing changes. "
For some, nothing every changes. For some, not all. Words repeat, idea's repeat, and the world keeps on staying so stationary for the apathetic. You know better though, because you're trying. Keep trying and don't just ask why you're doing it. Ask why not when so many people apparently already have a different answer.
I love you for your ability to speak your mind. I hate you for trying to close it away. I love you for trying to understand. I hate you for getting so comfortable with being uncomfortable.
I love you because you are ambitious in that mind. I hate you because you think the ground you're walking on must be the only thing anyone else walks on. Passion and imagination, expression and personality. These are the things that scream in our world but we want consistency. We skip rocks across the water. Ever wanted to be the stone just to see how far you could sink down and go places the other's can't see? Try it some time. You have the hands, you have the mind, you have the capability to reach out and find something new for yourself.
Some of you are worried about your work. You look at your progress and sigh. You see the reception and it is quiet, uninterested. You make assumptions that your work must be terrible in some way or that you're not good enough. Some of you are teetering on the edge of just giving up. I want to share something with you.
This is one of my most disliked works in all of my galleries. Collectively it has been regarded as stagnant, unimaginative, poor sense of color choice, and having little to no meaning or purpose. From over 10 of my galleries with over 3000 watchers and even more random viewers, it has been favorited or thumbed up for a total of 13 times.
I love this picture though. In fact, it's probably one of my favorites. It's a part of me. I gave my passion into this work just as any other thing in my life. I have done this for over eleven years now and I am still scratching at the walls trying to build myself up. That will never end because we must keep trying, and doing what brings us happiness. Learn to love yourself, learn to love your work and remember that all things demand time, patience, and self support.
How is your day going? How have you been feeling about your work? Why not leave an art piece or a link to your series for me and some others to see? It's either the start of the day, the middle or the end, so throw down some of your work and let us see it!
