What a blessing, what a gift social media is to the creative in this modern era. I can communicate regularly and in multiple media types with artists all over the world who are making similar works to me. I can reach out my hand and share ideas, works, concepts, data, anything, almost instantly with a thousand people who understand me.
However, we still have to market ourselves, eventually we have to make money, eventually we have to survive. I hate this. I was raised on a steady diet of childhood crafts and books about Dada. Art and I are together, I am my work and cannot be divided from it. I started yet another instagram account. Why not, it's free right? it's all just data floating around in the ether. There is an account for every conceivable variation of the words "James Spader Official". I guess I thought that the digital art that I make almost daily as a form of idea development and thought processing wasn't "good" enough to be associated with my art? Maybe I just wanted a more outrageous online place where I could post sluttier selfies when I'm feeling the moment. I'm not really sure.
I don't know how I will separate out the personal from the professional. I deeply resent the idea.
I feel like I'm not allowed to be emotional, sexual, funny, weird or angry on my instagram account. Maybe I have to change everything I am as a person to make myself accessible to people who MIGHT buy some of my work. Maybe I have to change everything it means to me to be an artist?
Here are some thoughts from the last five days.