When I was younger, looking at the work of artists I admire was inspirational and thought-provoking. I’d get out my pencils and think “I can’t wait until I’m as good as they are!”
Now that I’m older, I have the unhealthy habit of just feeling jealous. Not mad that there are artists better than me, but mad at MYSELF for not being better. I am STILL inspired and moved by art that I love, and it makes me happy, but now I am also angry with myself for not doing better and practicing more and having more talent. I feel like at my age I ought to be doing more with my art. Instead, I’m playing out a stereotype: unemployed, uninspired, unmotivated art school grad. Unsure if I chose the right line of work.
Well, maybe it’s just the kick in the pants I need.
”Let’s make a deal: give us our full civil equality—repeal DOMA, let us marry legally in all fifty states, end DADT, pass ENDA, stop torturing gay kids to death—and we’ll let you have your fucking rainbows back.”