Lately, I’ve come to realize one thing: Be the displayer of your own ART. Sell your own stuff.
The world will question your capabilities when you keep them behind the curtains.
The world for that matter, even your family will doubt you when you keep things low-key.
It doesn’t matter to anyone what you do until you show them the results. In monetary terms.
If they don’t understand your work, your passion, you are just at their palisade.
All they care about is proof of your deeds.
I’ve been questioning myself a lot lately. I’ve even compared myself to others. Doubting myself if I’m doing it right. I still don’t have the answers but I do know that this is what I want to do and this could be my happy calling.
Just because you chose a path unknown to many, doesn’t mean you diverge into the known. To do something like this takes a lot of courage and yes if you are still continuing it, you are a step closer to your dreams.
To me, art isn’t about money or display. It’s about satisfying my inner soul and not just someone’s pride or ego.
I still remember the first time when someone praised my writing. The first time my mom read my quote saying just a few words made her think deeply about all the past years. This indeed has to be a special one. Things like this get me going. Getting recognized as someone who writes comprehensively is truly a blessing.
How does it feel when a friend randomly asks for your work? And you gladly share all the recent best ones.
What follows next is what an artist truly wants. Praise and value. Not to them but to their creation. A friend recently told me that one of my blogs was something she needed at that moment and she’d save it as a reminder in the future.
Pure bliss I’d call it.
But how did I benefit there? It was just an acknowledgment of my work. No money, no recommendations but I did satisfy their emotional side. But what about me? Does that fill my stomach or pay my bills?
No. Art is the most overlooked side of human emotional needs. Often hidden. But remains on the same page of the secret book read only in silence and solitude. No one gets there.
And when they ask about your capabilities, I don’t question them. They might not be wrong. But neither am I.
My art aligns with where the benefits end.
I chose my audience. And I’m sorry if MY ART isn’t visible to you, you were never my AUDIENCE.