|Cayenne 2008. Photography skills? What photography skills? Add that to the list of improvements since 2008!|
The experience reminded me of a discussion I heard repeatedly in college prior to changing my major from art to psychology…
You are a “real” artist when…
…you have sold something.
…you have something hanging in a gallery.
…you make a living off your art.
Setting the imaginary “real artist” bar so high probably discourages a lot of amazingly creative people from exploring their talents and that is a real shame.
It all makes me cringe. I credit conversations like that, along with the general lack of bravery and confidence I had at that point in my life for my 15 year absence of almost all creativity. I was scared and hard on myself. I was not brave.
Is there some sort of repository somewhere full to the rafters of uncreated creative ideas, hidden away by their originators because they are not brave or are too hard on themselves, or worry what others think? If I knew where it was, I would go and rescue each neglected idea and walk it back to the person who came up with it, holding its hand as we crossed the street. I would reintroduce them and make them some tea and a snack to share while they reacquaint themselves.