We put so much pressure on ourselves as artists and creatives.
We want to be the best.
We want to succeed.
We want longevity.
We want consistency.
We want growth.
We want the right platforms.
We want recognition.
We want to show the doubters - "See I did it, I’m doing it and I’m a frikkin bad ass’"
We want to change our pasts and shape our futures.
We want to be heralded damn it.
And we’re so hard on ourselves.
We feel our souls screaming, lamenting, in turmoil when we’re not creating, not being listened to, respected or understood.
We get angry when we’re overlooked.
Jealous when others make the progress we want.
Frightened as we grow older.
We’re increasingly sensitive, emotional, living on the edge, a chaotic time bomb of suppressed emotions.
We are artists.