last week's post went down a storm. Thank you to all who read it here on my blog and across my social media channels. It was good to hear from so many of you who felt the same way. It was illuminating in who and in how folks responded. And it made me realise a few things.
The artists who are worried about adding to the glut, really don't need to be. Because you are not. It is just like us to think that we are though, but again - we are not. Do not make more space for the glut fillers by removing yourself and your skilled and thoughtful work.
Do not disappear. Plant your feet, broaden your shoulders and link up. Find each other, protect your art, and advocate for yourself and your true peers.
T A K E.
S P A C E.
Be raw, unfinished, dirty, and sick. Ask questions, raise hell, and look ugly doing it.
This isn't a vanity project, this is our fucking life. This is our art - an extension of ourselves. This isn't a choice. This is blood.
We don't do it for the bots, or the bloated likes and follows, we have no choice.
So let's not pretend that we could ever fit into an algorithm.
Show up like we did before the world's stage was in everyone's back pocket.
Find your true kin and give them your time and attention. Find yourself.
Your work is too good to doubt or to hide. Show them how it is done - your way.
See you there.