Monday, March 31, 2008
I don’t ever want to go to an art fair again.
1. The booths look like shit. Cheap walls with white tape covering the joints. Bad lighting. No windows. Handmade sticky labels that are crooked.
2. The art looks like shit. Because of the mall-like set-up, all meaning is lost. Everything seems gimmicky and shallow.
3. I spend my time either dodging people I don’t feel like talking to, or seeking out people I think I should show my face to, in the hope that some day, they’ll be helpful to me. Gross.
4. I end up feeling entirely insecure, inadequate and depressed, not only about my work, but about my personality and my goals.
Why would I try so hard to “get into” a scene like this? All it has done is stopped me from making stuff.
I want out. And I wasn’t ever even in.