I did this in one shot, and just used my laptop microphone, so the sound quality is not as good as I’ve done in the past. But I cover the main points, and there are some good ones in there.
And now I want you to look at this shit:
Occasionally I get somewhat dejected at the lackluster response to art when I share it. My current piece, for example, has about as many likes as the first thing I ever shared on this blog, and it’s #44 in a series. Admittedly, I’d hoped that the series would pick up some fans and following. Nope. Not at all. It might as well have been my first post.
I haven’t learned my lesson. It doesn’t help to absolutely prove to oneself that if I share deliberate crap it will be instantly much more popular than my best works. I suppose there’s an “I told you so” satisfaction in it, but it’s about as satisfying as betting on Trump winning, winning the bet, but then being saddled with him in charge. Sorry I mentioned him. I’ll try not to mention Hitler or Nazis. Oops. Just did. OK, well I won’t mention _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
So, yeah, there’s always the let down when you share a piece and everybody is like “meh”. When I finished the following piece I remember being let down by the lackluster-with-bloody-vengeance response:
Sometimes I think that no matter what I do, no matter how good it is, it won’t matter. The response will be the same or less than if I made a sock puppet, a unicorn, or a cruel parody of the most saccharine, superficial crap imaginable. But I suppress that thought, and have faith that sooner or later I’ll be like REO fucking Speedwagon, a band that cut record after record and nobody ever heard of them until they made their milquetoast pasture pastry on vinyl, the horribly named Hi Infidelity. I don’t aspire to make the visual equivalent of commercial, musical dreck, but these boys had formed their band in 1967 and didn’t have a hit until 1980. I’m guessing they sold out and adopted a more soft, pop formula, which, by the way, I couldn’t stand. Sorry Speedwagon fans. But the point is, these guys kept going long after other and better bands threw in the towel, and then they sold over 40,000,000 records. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t detest them so much that when their songs came on the radio I didn’t sprint to switch the station. It just means you gotta’ keep plugging away.
I get over the post-dud malaise pretty quick, though. It’s my standard mode. I complete a piece. I share it. I hear crickets. I start on another one. I just keep going. It kinda’ pushes me.
But now I’m coming down the home stretch perhaps. I’m doing art on borrowed time and attenuating funds, and may need to go back to teaching full-time in some months. I’ll try to hit a few out of the park before then, round out this series at about 50 images, but I almost look forward to giving up for a while. If I knew how little response I would get for the art I’ve created over the last three years, I don’t know if I’d have had the will to keep on making it. It would have been hopeless, whereas when you don’t know what will happen you can always entertain hope.
And all of that kinda’ pisses me off, which gives me impetus to make more work, with a little bit more outrage tucked in the seems.
Anyway, my last piece is pretty hot, and the video explains why.
Never give up (because if REO Speedwagon could make it, anything’s possible).