“It’s really your job to have mind-blowing, irresponsible, condomless sex with whatever idea it is you’re writing about at the time.” Lady GaGa
You know what pisses me off? The idea that emulating the exact process that others use to be creative will somehow magically transform the emulator into an artist themselves. BULLLLLLLLLLSHIT!
Think of all the MILLIONS of little kids playing their violins Suzuki method and being squeezed out of that sausage maker as a small being that can make a violin work, but have no feeling about whatever it is they are playing. Just because you can paint-by-numbers a Michaelangelo painting, doesn’t mean there’s one drop of fucking talent in you.
I am ALL FOR process, don’t get me wrong. Process is GREAT for churning out the same shit day after day…that’s what process is all about. You need process to do the secondary work, the back office stuff, the getting-you-through-the-day tasks that you don’t feel or care for.
But to be different, unique, spell binding, captivating, smarter-than-your-average-bear you need to DO THINGS DIFFERENTLY. You need to let your guard down and your senses go. You don’t need to do the drink-drugs thing to squash your inhibitions but you sure-as-fuck need to figure out a way to drop all of your NICENESS and roll in the mud Woodstock style. Tap your talent, not your to-do list!
Those that succeed have a glossy outer veneer or a jaggy crystal encrusted exterior created from their insides. That’s why we know their names! We acknowledge them as different, we put them on pedestals and throw our damp knickers at them…have you every wondered why???
I wonder how many people are in LUST with the work they create. Talent is getting that LUST from inside you and out to the audience and igniting their genitals (and your brain is a HUGE sex organ). Most of what I see is timid as a mouse and just as grey. Who wants to have sex with a mouse? (apart from Richard Gere haha that was a joke)
Frankly I don’t see many of my friends and peers having sex in public and I am disappointed. That shit turns me on and there’s plenty like me that get their jollies playing stacks-on with hot, sweaty, crazily creative people. I have started seeking out people that are this way – staring wide-eyed and openly admiring how they get their shit out there with no prophylactic support and guess what? There are people out there that LAP THAT SHIT UP. There’s a whole bunch of companies and people that are loud, opinionated, caring and not playing it safe who are selling truckloads to eager, lusting customers. I think you can see which direction I am heading in yeah?
It is possible in our business to be an artist; totally absolutely, you can be…but I have never ever seen one artist that has not delved into their inner places to bring out something of themselves and hold it up for the delight of everyone one who eats/sees/hears/feels it. That stuff is what sets the leaders from the followers. The leaders hoist aloft their beating hearts and dare you to shoot arrows into it. The followers follow the process and expect to be able to shit happy diamonds first time/every time because that that’s what they are promised. Sad.
I hope post inspires just one person I know to throw off their clothes and paint tribal symbols on their face and dance around a fire with me (metaphorically of course) . You are NOT ALONE, and you are free to leave the herd at any time and join me.
Planned and executed my exit from the corporate world. Walked away with a 6 figure payment to boot.