Re: DarkArtist's Creations of DOOM!
Josh, you are a class act and a stand-up guy. I spent my 20s getting in over my head. I don't have a lot to show for that decade but I did learn a lot. I read your posts and I feel your pain.
You can comfort yourself in the fact that the job of office manager is not an easy one. And trying to office-manage yourself is... extremely difficult. Knowing how to schedule time, making and meeting deadlines, etc., etc. -- that sort of thing doesn't come naturally to left-brain creative types. It doesn't come easy to right-brain types either for that matter.
When it comes to the nature of art -- and the self serving need of the artistic instinct vs. the artist's place in the outside world -- I often reflect on a passage by John Guare from his play (and, later, Will Smith movie) Six Degrees of Seperation:
"When the kids were little, we went to a parents' meeting at their school and I asked the teacher why all her students were geniuses in the second grade? Look at the first grade. Blotches of green and black. Look at the third grade. Camouflage. But the second grade -- your grade. Matisses everyone. You've made my child a Matisse. Let me study with you. Let me into the second grade! What is your secret? And this is what she said: 'Secret? I don't have any secret. I just know when to take their drawings away from them.'"
It's hard being both the artist and the person who takes the drawing away when it is done.
Josh, you are a class act and a stand-up guy. I spent my 20s getting in over my head. I don't have a lot to show for that decade but I did learn a lot. I read your posts and I feel your pain.
You can comfort yourself in the fact that the job of office manager is not an easy one. And trying to office-manage yourself is... extremely difficult. Knowing how to schedule time, making and meeting deadlines, etc., etc. -- that sort of thing doesn't come naturally to left-brain creative types. It doesn't come easy to right-brain types either for that matter.
When it comes to the nature of art -- and the self serving need of the artistic instinct vs. the artist's place in the outside world -- I often reflect on a passage by John Guare from his play (and, later, Will Smith movie) Six Degrees of Seperation:
"When the kids were little, we went to a parents' meeting at their school and I asked the teacher why all her students were geniuses in the second grade? Look at the first grade. Blotches of green and black. Look at the third grade. Camouflage. But the second grade -- your grade. Matisses everyone. You've made my child a Matisse. Let me study with you. Let me into the second grade! What is your secret? And this is what she said: 'Secret? I don't have any secret. I just know when to take their drawings away from them.'"
It's hard being both the artist and the person who takes the drawing away when it is done.
