Madness.
Pure.
Unadulterated.
Madness.
That’s what you have to look forward to.
You aren’t owed anything.
You don’t deserve anything.
You are not better than anyone else.
Awards are like Kool-Aid.
If enough people drink the same thing, it isn’t cool anymore…it’s a cult.
There will always be newer things, fancier things…items that you think you need to be better or become fulfilled.
Stop drinking the propaganda.
If you want to be thought of as an artist.
I, and you, should expect you to be creative.
Find a way to be you. Not in a flashy way.
In a practical and fundamentally creative way.
Swagger doesn’t make you creative.
Finished content is the final say.
Stop posing.
The bones are built alone. Often in the shadows with no fanfare.
Build a foundation of content that you can be proud of.
Because at the end of the day, if you can’t appreciate your own art…if you aren’t a fan of your own craft…then what the hell are you doing with the time you have left?