Fear For Creatives

Becoming Maestros with no crowd

A subset of Earthers have been touched by art and want to join its royal flow.

Fame calls to some. Impact to others. Each of them beacons outward for love, for meaning, for spark.

Learning it takes work, and diving in with more and more parts of themselves, they occasionally fantasize and worry to watch fellow artisans rolled by a unicorn wave, picked up and zipped off to success.

But many of these painters and singers build and build, for eons at a swat, yet sit quite alone in caves of their own doodling, long enough even for most to watch their own bodies decay.

World tells these souls, “Hold! Hold”, pyramid-marketing by some profit to itself, that all will eventually get there, if only they groan and grit roots.

But many an artist has started to sober. Believing through enough wait that not all do catch the wave.

Some have appeared to discover that the zone has already been flooded with movies and claywork and poignant podcastery. Many creators today, are even infinitely more talented than the best of bests from ages gone by. But none of this guarantees much any longer. Since genius has seemed to become dime to a dozen. So many romantic ghosts are haunted by the beauty they childbear in their own soul…