I think being an Artist makes making Art harder than any other people.
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When I was younger and starting out selling my Artworks
I was working very, very hard to install myself as one, just for the sake of making it legit
I did not know, or expect how overused the word was at that point
You realized how construed differently it is, after getting recognitions and critiques
I remember being called an International Artist and saw this comment from a local Artist saying
“Just because your outside of the country, you’re automatically an International Artist?”
… obviously, you are doing a show with people from all over the world in a different place
So technically, YES.
He was condescending, as if it were a title, I did not deserve
And he was right, I have never felt that good
The only time I am winning was just because of hard work and luck
So Nowadays, only If I must, and just prefer to be called “Some Sort”
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Of course, my decision transcends beyond jealous competition
I think the bigger truth is that, everyone is always compromising
Reality is, I am Artist while having 2 or 3 other Jobs
(How I wish I were just making Arts, and bills magically gets paid)
Like this month, I was a huge Online Seller, so much more than being an Artist
Although I get compensated, that was not the ideal “job” I wanted
I do not have a Career Plan though, like most people have or should have
Neil Gaiman, my favorite Artist made me realize
like him, I only have a list of things I wanted to be or do:
To be in Band that records Songs that I write
To be a writer that even people I perceive as intelligent, would enjoy, or appreciate it
To be able to do portraits or paintings for people and make them feel special and with attitude
To be a good Leader, Teacher and Cheerleader to a Team full of Potentials
To be able to deliver all this, make a good mark and get paid for it.
And Lastly speaking of leaving a mark…
This 2020 is has been the craziest, a lot of people around my age has crossed over
We can calculate pretty much all our resources except for our time.
So, I keep asking myself, how do I want to be remembered when my time comes.
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Perhaps, just an Artist of Some Sort.