Being absolutely genuine to yourself.

I got unexpectedly ambushed by a quote, pulled out of a bag and prompted to give a spontaneous speech on why agree or disagree with the following

“Every artist was once an amateur”

Which then turned into self reflection, and then turned into the question. Well why haven’t I become an artist.

Why have I not created?

“Doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever has” , or something like that..

Every artist was once an amateur, but first they had to get past the borders of how much are they willing to reveal?

As an artist, there is so much vulnerability in our work, we contemplate how are people going to accept it .

I’ve learned a lot in these last few years of school. One point being, how truly afraid I am.

Afraid of people.

A book so shut, theres a weight keeping you from even examining it.

People are so critical. We are the creators but we are also the most destructive of each other and the world.

Killing the planet and killing dreams right along.

How much are you willing to reveal?

Well how much is the world willing to accept?

Make something so genuine that we, as humans, can relate.

So genuine and real, there is a tear shed when you’ve hit the last note, taken the last shot, or painted the last stroke.

We all want to do something to the point, we’d go insane if we didn’t have it.

It’s therapeutic to you, what if its therapeutic to the world, as well?

Root for one another, criticism and feedback share the same boat but have different results.

I just please ask.

Make something so insane, its f*cking genius.

And the world will open up as well.