Envy Is Lethal

Hello lovely readers. Today I’m going to talk about something close to home, metaphorically speaking. Criticism is a bitch, especially when you’re biggest critic is yourself. True, people say we’re all our own worst critics. It’s common knowledge, right? Well, I believe this is blown out of proportion in some cases. For example, if you’re a writer whose harsh on yourself for consistent crappy grammar. You may be your own worst critic, but more then likely there’s someone in the world whose a lot harder on you then you are. Now, if you’re a writer who is harshly critical over every element of your story then you ARE your own worst critic. I AM MY OWN WORST CRITIC! Usually it’s all focused on my writing, and I’ll find it hard to be completely satisfied with anything in a story or poem. Lately though I’m only really critical over my grammar while writing. I’ve found that my ideas, and storylines are very intriguing to me. This makes me really happy, because it’s easier to write when your not being a bitch to yourself.

My photography on the other hand is a different story. I’ve become a very critical photography critic, but only to myself. Why you might ask? Envy, pure unrequited jealously. Last month I joined Flickr, but I’ve been a long time onlooker. There are artists on Flickr that have such amazing art that it makes me feel so uncreative. Sometimes I’ll find that even the simplest photos, ones that I know I could achieve, will strike up intense jealousy. This is very rare for me. I’ve never really been an envious person, but lately that’s all changed. Why? My own assumption is that it’s been triggered by my own doubts, and comparing my work to those who are more advanced then I. Yes, I’m aware that these feelings are ridiculous. Everyone learns and advances at their own pace, but I’ve always been a impatient person. I want to know how to do it all, and I want it now! It’s hard not knowing, that in the future, if what you’re doing now will even fucking matter. One step at a time, one motherfucking step at a time.

On a brighter side. Let’s look at my favorite photo from last week. Sunday March 28th – Saturday April 3rd, and the winner is:

Day Eighty-Eight: Don’t Say A Word – Flickr

This photo has a conceptual surrealism feeling to it. That’s the style of work I prefer to do most days, and this reminds me of all the twisted yet beautiful ideas I have. I love to twist the mind, or make people think when they look at my work. If my art has no impact on you, if it dosen’t make you ponder for even a moment, then I’m not doing my job.

Other then that I’m very depressed that my blog has lost what following it used to have. Barely anyone comments here anymore. *sighs* Oh well. Happy Late Easter!! Sorry I didn’t make a cute little graphic like I usual do, Easter isn’t big in my family. Actually, to me it’s just a day to celebrate baby animals. I’m not religious, but I did go to Waffle House with my parents to celebrate. When my niece gets back in a few days we’ll have a little Easter egg hunt. I hope every whose big into the holiday had a lot of fun!!!