My purpose for writing this essay is to address the notion of “getting on with the project of making Art and avoiding making excuses”.
Perhaps I have held the final snowball. I reached into a drift and squeezed snow until it compacted. Then I sensed everything I could possibly get from it.
I wanted the experience. I had expectations because I know snowballs. Really? How about, “What is Spring?” Not in 2018. The last snowball was in Spring (so far).
Spring brings buds, and blooms, and bugs. I have those experiences. Now snowballs. Maybe a new trend.
Like when I encounter other new things it’s a signal to refresh my thinking, to be ready for new circumstances, even taking charge of new opportunities.
Now, I start– now to do those three things and I begin with the notion I shall give no concern to other person’s evaluations of me. Not a question it’s an objective.
Since I cannot fathom the intentions or motives of others I will not pick up their opinions or evaluations or judgments either because the former go with the latter like old traveling acquaintances.
I expect nothing from others — not to be nihilistic or anti-social the thinking is merely my worth is not weighed on their scales.
It is not for others to bestow praise or awards or money, to become my imaginary snowball for sensing or measuring how well I may be doing in the way of my Art. I like praise, glory, money, and success. They’re not how I measure “me” and how well I’m doing is all.
On the other side, if I get derision, rejection, suffering, and no cash, I’ll still have a fairly pleasing Art collection and the prospects of making more.
The more involved I become in my Art the more I realize I am one of the few constants upon which I can rely. Sometimes it snows in Spring sometimes it doesn’t.
I’ll get praise and then a wallop from the other side too. It’s occurred over the same piece if Art, hot and cold, like a snowball.
16 April, 2018