Fragility

depression

An artist can often be described as having a “fragile” ego. But I think fragility goes much deeper than that. It’s not just the ego that is fragile. It’s the artist’s whole state of mind. No not mind, but of being. We walk a fragile tight rope between acceptance and rejection. On the one hand, we want to be accepted. But in order to be accepted we have to risk being rejected… over and over and over again.

We say to ourselves, “I don’t give a fuck about what others think of me or my work!” But that’s bullshit!!! Of course we care. Otherwise, why would we keep putting ourselves out there, risking rejection… over and over… ad infinitum? The trouble really comes when you’re rejected by another (or artists) in your community. You say, “What the hell am I doing this for? Why do I put myself through this?” Answer… because otherwise we end up with all this accumulated stuff that reminds us that we do what we must do (what we are driven to do) but no one will ever see it or appreciate it. Maybe not even after we’re dead. It all might just be thrown out with the rest of the trash and then who would remember us?

noun: fragility

  1. 1.   the quality of being easily broken or damaged.  “osteoporosis is characterized by bone fragility”
  • the quality of being delicate or vulnerable.
    “a film about the fragility of relationships”
“Easily broken or damaged.” Wow! That really describes me right now.
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