Art takes A LOT of work.
It’s both therapeutic and exhausting. You have an idea in your mind and begin to slow down long enough to create the necessary steps to get the minds of others to understand your idea.
Then comes the impostor syndrome. Steps along the way will look like garbage. “Trust the process” becomes your manic catchphrase. Either you’ll give up or have the patience required to walk away and come back with fresh eyes and rejuvenated vigor.
But then you’ll notice that you’re not even close to the final product.
Art is almost always political because combating social injustices is a damn good motivator to keep going. So is money. But money doesn’t inspire creativity.
But there’s the wins. Every step of the way is paved with victory. Finding the right word for the syllables in a stanza. Achieving the correct combination of eyebrow leveling to hit the desired complex emotion you want the face to convey.
Those wins are addictive. They feel so damn good. But their absence can be utterly depressing and that damn impostor syndrome loves to show up during this spiral.
All of this is worth it. I promise you.
It’s humanity. It’s our soul. As the fiddler on the roof, “trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck.” Everything around you has been designed by someone crazy enough to see a project all the way through.
AI is the death of that beautiful insanity.
Nothing earned. No triumphs. No passion. No soul. Just a water-wasting sentence. It’s easier to subjugate folks who have lost the ability of self expression.
No passionate beliefs. No inspirational uses of color theory. No intentionally placed light sources to fuel your subconscious. Just slop.
Please make art.
Your level of ability is irrelevant. Take a rock, paint a flower on it. The world will immediately be a better place because you did that.