YEAH! Ignore the numbers. Write what you love & love what you write. (Who said, “You are the first reader of everything you write. Please that reader.” I think it was Anne Lamont)
Isn't it weird how we feel about certain of our works, the embarrassment or anger toward them. Could it be those works pulled us out of a rut, taught us something surprising about ourselves we were trying to avoid? Those dark little spaces came out of their closets to shine in the open world and they were so brilliant, we couldn't stand the glare of their wonder. Shine on, dear Jason.
I'm often amazed when I look back at my old artworks and can almost see the emotional history I had with them... pride when first finished, later embarrassed about them, still later realized/accepted they were a key learning point, embarrassment again, debate with self about destroying them, angrily shove it in storage, later getting it out to give away to someone who said they remember and loved it, then forgetting about all of it, then decades later seeing my old art in the person's home and feeling surprise and pride again at the art I made, what I learned and how I grew... What's interesting to me - what I try to remember- is that the people who see my work do not have my emotional baggage so they see something different!
Showing Your Art Love
That's some optical illusion vibe going on in the first four panels! I love them and love the accompanying haiku.
YEAH! Ignore the numbers. Write what you love & love what you write. (Who said, “You are the first reader of everything you write. Please that reader.” I think it was Anne Lamont)
“We saddle our future work with our judgments about our past” ✨
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"Glowing prismatic pocket Gods", that's a good observation.
Isn't it weird how we feel about certain of our works, the embarrassment or anger toward them. Could it be those works pulled us out of a rut, taught us something surprising about ourselves we were trying to avoid? Those dark little spaces came out of their closets to shine in the open world and they were so brilliant, we couldn't stand the glare of their wonder. Shine on, dear Jason.
Even if the books didn't sell, the act of creation accomplished its goal of setting free your soul.
I'm often amazed when I look back at my old artworks and can almost see the emotional history I had with them... pride when first finished, later embarrassed about them, still later realized/accepted they were a key learning point, embarrassment again, debate with self about destroying them, angrily shove it in storage, later getting it out to give away to someone who said they remember and loved it, then forgetting about all of it, then decades later seeing my old art in the person's home and feeling surprise and pride again at the art I made, what I learned and how I grew... What's interesting to me - what I try to remember- is that the people who see my work do not have my emotional baggage so they see something different!