Writing on this blog has become a source of anxiety for me, I constantly find myself going back and forth on what the hell to write. The idea of sharing my artistic approach isn't something I think is too precious to share, it does begin to eat at me when I think about the idea of writing about myself and posting it to a public domain. I have moments of second guessing the point of sharing my thoughts, feelings or artistic process.
To think anyone would want to read this blog or care about the mediocre life I live is quite odd and foreign to me. I'm a middle class white kid who has had a somewhat simple and at times easy life. I'm not consumed with conspiracy theories or troubled by voices in my head telling me what to do. Though I have been told all my life by friends or acquaintances that I'm 'Weird', so that surely must count for something right?
Tragedy is far more enticing to an audience than a constrained day to day life.
What I mean by this statement is merely the general public expect the artist to be different from the 'normal' person'. It seems we are required to fall into that mold of being insane or tormented individuals. While part of me does see this as a very real part of who I am as a person, I resent that this is looked at as being a requirement.
The real dilemma I suppose is how much I am willing to put out there. Art is in a way the expression of your true self. Now I've got to come to terms with being open about who I am, regardless of whether or not it may offend others.
