“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”—Jane Austen
If God takes life, he’s an Indian giver So tell me now why, you’ll tell me never Who would want to be Who would want to be such a control freak?
If God controls the land and disease Keeps a watchful eye on me If he’s really so damn mighty My problem is I can’t see Well who’d want to be Who’d want to be such a control freak? Well who’d want to be Who would want to be such a control freak?
Fears about artmaking fall into two families: fears about yourself, and fears about you reception by others, In general way, fears about yourself prevent you from doing your best work, while fears about your receptin by other prevent you from doing your own work. Both families surface in many forms, some of wich you may find all too familiar.
Clearly something’s come unbalanced here. After all, if there were some ongoing redefinition of “what chess is”, you’d probably feel a little uneasy trying to play chess. Of course you could always stick with the game by limiting yourself to a few easy moves you’ve see work for others. Then again you might conclude that since you werem’t a real chess player and were only faking it when you moved the pieces around. You might secretly come to believe that you deserve to lose. In fact, you might even quit playing entirely. If the preceding scenario sounds farfetched vis-a-vis chess, it remains discouragingly common vis-a-vis art.
But while you may feel you’re just pretending that you’re an artist, there’s no way to pretend you’re making art.