|Faceoff! 5 x 7 oil|
Only...these days I'm seriously questioning how important art is to me. Sure, in the greater context, I believe art is important - humans have been creating art for a seriously long time, so there must be something to it, right? But...is my art important? I'm not convinced. Is making art important to me? Right here, right now...I'm not so sure.
|This post is far too serious.|
Artwork, contrary to how many artists feel, is work. Producing art is not the work part, per se; it's the marketing that is so painful. It would be nice if talent alone equaled success for an artist, but many of us know too well, that is not the case. I am the first to admit, I am quite horrible at marketing myself! Self-promotion is tough, especially when one is experiencing something resembling a crisis of confidence.
I can produce the work. I know that. If I can't sell it...I have to question producing more work. So right now, outside of the commission commitments I have, I'm not feeling compelled to churn out anything new. I'm feeling my time is better spent working on improving some of my artistic skills - hence the sketching people, and painting landscapes - the stuff I'm not letting anyone see at the moment. I guess that means I'm not completely abandoning my work; I just can't rationalize painting something new. I either need to get my head around believing my work is worth promoting, or content myself with relegating my work to hobby status. Maybe somewhere along the road, I'll figure out if it is important or not.
If you haven't seen the Fifth Wave cartoon to which my title somewhat refers...check it out here!
|Leo says, "Can we all just lighten up now?"|