
Enough said!

Ever had that feeling of being lost? The frustration of not being able to be as good as you want to be? I know I’ve had that feeling – still do, but that’s when we need words like these. To calm the soul, to assure us that it’s all going to be fine. Because everyone’s gone through it. Every artist faces a point where he or she’s torn between scarcity and abundance.
Art doesn’t make money grow on trees; we all know that. And we still choose to do it.
What do we hope for, when we continue to create art despite knowing that it might only lead us down poverty’s path?
Are we hoping for the next best seller? The cover image of a popular art magazine? The headlines of the reputed news channel that no one but the rich have the time to while away on?
Hell yes! Every artist hopes for recognition. And abundance.
But these’s more…
It’s not just the glitter that we’re after. We create art, because we have to. Because knowing that you want to be an artist and not working on it, is like burying all your dreams and accepting a hideous mask in this already two-faced world.
And as artists, we can’t do that.
So we create art instead – the only thing we can do to stay sane. Such art comes from the heart; it’s raw, it’s fresh and it connects with its audience.
And once we’ve reached that point, the glitter follows.
It’s a beautiful life, an artist’s. And Amanda Palmer has beautifully phrased it in her book, ‘The Art of Asking.’ I haven’t read the book, but after reading a few excerpts, the book’s now on my list. If you enjoyed this excerpt, you might want to check out another one I shared sometime ago, also from the same book.
P.S: The image is a screenshot from Brain Pickings Weekly (with their signature yellow quotation mark.)

“You are an artist when you say you are” – I’ve come across similar opinions a lot, and it always strikes me hard.
That moment of truth; of complete self-acceptance; the moment I declare myself as an artist – that’s the ta-da moment I’ve been waiting for.
I’ve been writing for a long time now – stories, poems, articles, blog posts, technical documents, even a first draft of a novel – but I still can’t call myself a writer. I’m still a blogger.
I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, but it’s a scary thought – it’s like the ultimate announcement. Because once you’ve declared yourself as a ‘writer,’ there’s no room for sloppiness – a writer, or any artist for that matter – is a professional. Professional, as in, not suited and heavily-booted, but her work should be of a proper standard, and she should be able to take critical blows with a smile.
I know I’m not there yet, but I’m on my way.
The image is a screenshot from Brain Pickings Weekly (with their signature yellow quotation mark.)
I’m not a fan of smoking, but when I came across this piece by Ayn Rand, I couldn’t help but agree completely.
I’ve never realized what powerful species we are. Not only did we discover fire, but also mastered the art of taming it at the tip of two fingers – one of them which is the middle one. How simple it is for us to tame such a strong destroyer – we are not only powerful but also a threat, to ourselves and the rest of the world. Some day, we could end up stripping the universe of its essentials. “A spot of fire” – incredible how it can breed chaos and great thoughts.
I was aimlessly browsing through Pinterest when I saw this quote attributed to Oscar Wilde. It, at first, seemed off-hand and simple, but after a while of staring at it, I could relate it to anything I could thing of.
How easily we put a limit to things, overlooking the obvious, ‘why’. We’ve always been taught to control emotions – anger and desire in particular – and not let them get out of hand. What if we just let the chaos reign within? Why limit our potential by labeling ourselves?
Well, Oscar Wilde knew his words.
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