So sorry?

I am so sorry, that I need money.

So sorry, that my bills do not disappear in an ass of a very noncommercial unicorn.

Sorry.

Yes, I need money. This is why I create art, to earn for living and my own research. This is why my photos, which you can find on my blogs and Facebook pages and Instagram, are for sale and I have two shops on Teespring.

Here is one…

And here other one. Yes, I have problems with taking money for my work… why? Because I was taught that I should do everything to please others not myself. Myself can die of it is for good of others… and then I started to think for myself and figured out, that maybe I could be important too?

Sooo…

See… most of artists, those who do everything, put a piece of themselves in every piece, they are fragile. We are fragile. Most of us are scared of criticism, hate, and money too… we do not get them. I mean… we get creating, we will be working for hours on one piece to make it perfect, though when it comes to pricing…

Yeah…

You still prefer fake Chanel, which is often even not metal anymore, than true silver, someone one and only piece. And this is why we feel… suicidal. Yes, I am suicidal and I am not writing it here to make you feel sorry for me. This is how I am. I struggle with depression, anxiety and autism, and… bunch of other stuff, and it grows thanks to those LOVELY times we have… yes this is sarcasm.

It is getting worse and checking on my talented friends… they feel the same. Scared, feeling unworthy… Sooo…

Sooo… why am I writing it?

No idea. For sure TLDR, right.

LOVELY times.

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