I know many of you artists - whether you draw, write, or compose - are frustrated that your original work, especially your dream projects, aren’t getting the responses you were hoping for.
I feel the same way.
But some of you express your frustrations completely destructively and blame the world for not giving you the spotlight.
When you do that, you’re blaming your problems for existing rather than adjusting and compromising to solve them. You’re making excuses for your mistakes. You’re demanding the world to change but you are not willing to change with it.
This is the perfect mindset to NEVER succeed in anything, ever.
You need to accept some basic truths of art before you can go any further:
Your art should teach you as much as or more than it teaches others: If you claim your art opens horizons and widens minds, yours should be the first priority. You cannot speak without listening. You are not a righteous prophet enlightening the heathens with the true word. You are one humble person and your art is one humble person’s story.
There are no new stories, but there are always new storytellers. That amazing idea you have that nobody’s ever thought of before? Someone has. But nobody has told the story your way, or drawn the character your way, or sung the song your way. Art is not about being new. It is about being you.
Popular art is all about the beholder. All these shows and games with so much fan art? They got to that level because they command a personal investment from and serve the viewer - they have worlds their fans want to be part of, and your canon will be swept aside along the way. You the artist are not a god or a wise sage. You are a guide and a footman. To be an artist is to be humanity’s servant, not its lord - and there’s no shame in that.
Most of your fans are not artists or art critics. While there will be a good number of them in your fanbase, the vast majority are not going to be super-open-minded creative thinkers who value every single opinion, outlook, and story just because it’s done technically well. They will be ordinary people with ordinary, selfish interests, and they will care about your content more than your talent. You have to balance what you want to draw with what everyone wants to see.
But the most important part of being an artist or really a person at all is to understand this:
Nobody owes you success.
Nobody is under any obligation to pay anything you produce a second glance or support or promote it in any way.
Nobody is spiting or robbing you by not giving you a like or a reblog or a follow.
Every single gesture of appreciation you receive from someone is a courtesy - a gift that you earn, not a right you’re entitled to.
It is not the job of your audience to love your work. It is your job to make it lovable. And just because you are working really hard does not mean you are working in the right direction.
I know that thousands upon thousands of artists put hours or months or years into a project and feel like they get nothing in return. Sometimes it is not how hard you’re working but what you’re working for that is the problem.
Sometimes you need to slow down and think, “Do I have to have this just so? What would the kind of person interested in my work be looking for, and where can I address it? Am I maybe taking myself and my work a little too seriously?”
And a lot of artists don’t realize that as an amateur, you are the sole proprietor - you are your art. Whether people like you determines whether they like your art.
And that’s why when you blame everybody else and post ungrateful, catty garbage like this:
… you don’t subsequently become the next Toby Fox.
The simple fact is that people will pay you attention if they think your offering + your hassle are worth their attention.
You need to create a world that someone other than you will have fun in and you need to be a good host to everyone who visits.
You need a world that will welcome your fans with open arms.
You need to build a world people can live & play in.
And you and your world need to appreciate your fans just for showing up.
Because this is exactly what the big fish do.
because they spread your work around to more people without shanking you on credit and who gets the likes
because they make your work show up sooner & more often on searches and are simply a nice gesture
because they take time out and pay good money to listen to your story and make you from a pauper into a prince
because if you appreciate no one, no one will appreciate you, nor should they
being asexual is seen as “too straight” by the LGBT+ community and “too gay” for straight people. the truth is, we are neither. if straight people are “as straight as a line” and gay people are “straight like a circle”, then we’re as straight as the void. sexual attraction? i don’t even know her. you are seriously in the wrong place if you’re looking for an instant sexual connection. don’t try to “””fix””” us we’re good. keep moving please.
bless you, and bless your tags. hamilton was a fuck up, but his letters to eliza are filled with so much love and concern that i am confused that people say he was only in it for the status
Like, was her family a plus? Yes. Did she fit his type (pretty and rich)? Yes. That doesn’t mean he didn’t love her! It’s so, so obvious that he did.
And it’s not like Eliza fell for a foot soldier, you know? He was the personal secretary to George freaking Washington! He was a big deal. Trust me that the girl wasn’t going to Jockey Hollow to find a husband. She had standards, too, we just accept her standards and don’t accept his for some, often uncomfortable, reason. Like, notice that people don’t give her shit for marrying “down,” but his motives get questioned for marrying “up” And people don’t get that he worked really fucking hard to get into that social group! (And, like, never mind that her very haughty and aristocratic family accepted him
just fine, and they knew the truth of his beginnings better than anyone
at the time).
Did they bring things besides love to their marriage? Yes, but that’s absolutely normal and ok since people are still doing the same damn thing today.
I can’t remember which book it’s from, but there’s a quote that’s basically like they deserved one another in the best way and were a great match: he was going to go far in life and she was a girl who deserved the type of husband who would end up on money; and he was smart and worked hard and deserved legitimacy through the Schuylers and a wife who would help him along in his career.
These two met because they were looking for someone like the other. But it worked out for them because they fell in love.
When it comes to Hamilton, people need to stop focusing so much on that first part.
Seeing people pit Black Panther against Wonder Woman is especially confusing to me. Half my family is Jewish, AND African. I’m actually only one generation removed from the continent. My dad left the country due to apartheid and violence. His closest friend was an African American man. He had all these tribal items that he used to teach me about when I was little. I was also raised in a dual religious household because my father’s family was jewish. I went to Catholic school, and Jewish community camp. All right here in rednecky-ass Texas.
I’m happy for Wonder Woman, just as I’m happy for Black Panther just as I’m happy for more Doctor Strange or Thor. These are great things that should combine together to make more great things. People act like everything we like is somehow exclusive of everything else. That’s really forcing yourself to have quite a narrow horizon on what kind of stuff you can like. What for?
Remember that these movies are about heroes. People who are fundamentally GOOD. They’re all supposed to show us how to be better people, bigger people. Wonder Woman was about the danger of black and white thinking. Don’t disregard that and bring in limited thinking to superhero movies. It misses the whole point of them.
Fidgeting with the the cuffs on his suit, he glanced once again into the mirror trying to check if everything looked right and fit well. Hearing a soft gasp behind him, he saw his two most important ladies standing there with tears welling up in their eyes. Soft smiles appeared on their faces when they saw his own eyes tear up. He shot a watery smile at them before looking at the mirror one last time. Giving one final touch to his hair and tugging the suit jacket down a little more, he turned away.
Taking a deep breath he pulled open the door before looking back to see the reassuring smiles on his mom and beloved instructor’s face. Nodding at them, he slipped on a determined face before walking towards the chapel doors. Pushing one open, he glanced around, eyes landing on the tastefully decorated room, white roses and orange blossoms littering the room in small bouquets. Holding a similar bouquet in his own hands, he walked over to his father who was standing near the center aisle.
A gentle smile was resting on the older Katsuki’s lips as he pulled Yuuri close to him and pressed a loving kiss to the crown of Yuuri’s head. Tears threatened once more to slip out of his eyes but he blinked them as he took his father’s arm. A soft whisper was the last thing he gave before facing forward, “I love you otou-san.” The smile that grew from those words was enough of a response for Yuuri.
But all thoughts were wiped from his mind when he saw Viktor standing on the opposite end of the room. The well-fitted, dark black suit clung to Viktor’s body so beautifully that the Yuuri almost let go of the floodgates, but when he saw the soft smile adorning his fiance’s face, Yuuri could no longer hold them back. Tears trickled down his face, sliding past his slowly widening smile. Yuuri’s eyes were glued to Viktor’s as he and his father walked closer towards the priest and Viktor. Everyone else seemed to turn into a haze in Yuuri’s eyes.
When it came time for the vows, the smile on Viktor’s face was threatening to split his face. Yuuri felt his face turning red as Viktor spoke, his eyes glistening as the vows were uttered with a reverence Yuuri had only seen at night.
“Before I met you Yuuri, my love for skating had begun to wane. My love for competition had already disappeared because how much can you surprise toe world. How much more love can I receve from them. There was no challenge till you showed up.” A soft chuckle left his lips as he clutched Yuuri’s hands even tighter. “Pulling me into that dance, the whole banquet attracted me, but your shyness, your dedication and beauty when at home is what made me fall in love. Thank you for saving me, my beloved Yuuri, thank you for being the most important person in my entire life. I promise to cherish and love you for the rest of our lives, giving you all the affection that you deserve.” Tears had fully begun rolling down Viktor’s cheeks as he finished his vows.
Yuuri’s face was completely red, and it took all his effort to not cover his face with his arms. but taking a deep breath he begun his own vows, having practiced them for weeks though they’d been written for months.
“V-Viktor, you might have entered my life like a storm only a year before, however you’ve been a part of my life since I was young. From the moment Yuuko showed me your first grand prix skate, to when I learnt how to skate your programs. The smiles that I imagined you had when you learnt a new jump, pushed me to learn my own.” Taking another deep breath, Yuuri fought with himself to not crumble to the floor from the intensity of Viktor’s gaze. “But meeting you, changed my view of the god I assumed you to be, but instead the most loving, kind and gentle person I’ve met. So much talent fills your body, yet you took the time to teach me, to love me, and that is something I will never be able to repay. So thank you. I promise you, that I will love you with my very being, and no matter what I will never let you go.” He squeezed Viktor’s hands just as tight, a beautiful smile on his face.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as the two exchanged rings, loving gazes only breaking to glance down at the matching rings lying delicately above the famous gold rings. Resplendent silver rings adorned with beautiful axinite gemstones only seemed to pale in comparison to the palpable love from the couple. When the minister pronounced them husband and husband, the tears began pouring down even harder as they came together to kiss, lips crashing together, their first as a married couple.
A single thought ran through their head, before they broke apart, matching wide smiles beautiful on their faces.