|Every artist studio has to have at least one doll head. Part of my huge studio clear out.|
There's something brewing and its coming from a deep place of knowing. It's a gut thing ringing with hollow emptiness. It could be the tattered shreds of my soul.
I want to know how many info graphics I have to read before I get enlightenment. It used to be chop wood and carry water, but I reckon there's an e-course for that now.
|Sleepy Lamb the studio assistant has a new successful job in Perth.|
I'm guilty of reading them - the catchy graphic messages advising optimum times to post on Facebook/google+ and twitter. I'm guilty of diluting my creativity to watery gruel by watching others instead of own progress. I'm guilty of clicking to discover how to monetise my blog - written by the guy who is monetising ME when I bite the bait and open my digital wallet.
And monetising isn't even a word.
|Growly Bear who came form Berlin - is now on his way to a new career as a Studio assistant in Perth|
The digital age has made running a small business a level playing field, or a pit of quicksand.
It seems like everyone has a schtick and they're really busy schticking it to you.
Sure, I love it when someone buys from my shop, but I don't want to be made to feel like a loser because my profile pic isn't in a cute circle at the top of my page, and I hate you Google Plus for making circle profiles the only way in.
Actually, I don't want an attention grabbing blog title. I don't want to be the one beating my chest in a sea of sameness to wrest that last erg of energy from your over saturated mind.
In the last two weeks I cleared out my studio - you may have seen the Facebook updates. A few loyal studio assistants are now furthering their careers in places far away. These are their profile pics, and their new bosses are over the moon excited.
I was ruthless - 4 square metres of old me went out on eBay or out the door to my immense relief. Truth is, I felt like a fake. My studio had become a show pony for the person I wanted to be, or was trying to be. Now it's a wonderful patch of honest earth for tiny seeds to germinate.
The tide is changing - how long can we yell digitally, "Look at me, Look at me Look at me?"
Soon, we will tire of accepting external for signs of our worth - in likes, in re tweets or even on the bathroom scales. These things we can never control. Instead we will surrender to the soft whispers in our heart that have never stopped.
We will return to the projects that lie closest to our joy, that have languished because it may not be what the market wants. Long lost bits of our soul will return and we will find our worth in following our real dreams instead of the ones on the infographic.
The tide will change.
We will realise there is a finite number of people we can realistically and authentically connect to. Robin Dunbar reckons it's 150. We may know what you had for breakfast this morning, but does that really help to know you better?
We will rest comfortably inside our own non circular profile pics, barking with our own voices, knowing that our true self is the best advertising there is.
That and good old fashioned hard work and an unwavering gaze into the mirror of truth.
I will see you there.