Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Fantasy: It's all unreal anyway

Fantasy and daydreaming were never encouraged where I came from. What counted were “real,” palpable markers of success, like action and result, remuneration and names. There was no point to anything as wasteful and wonton as imagination. The gist was, get there first then we’ll talk about where to next.

But I’m starting to see what fantasy can bring: a wider sense of self, a vision of how something might be, excitement about that possibility – excitement, not obsession - , and even confidence if you have someone who shares it with you. There are many kinds of fantasy, of course. But let’s touch on the kind involved in imagining yourself in the future.

What they say about fantasy is that it means you’re disillusioned. Sure it does – or it could mean that. But what’s harder, actually failing, or predicting that you might fail. (They’re both the same.) Which has a more real effect on your daily life: working in your studio knowing you’re one among millions, or working in your studio imagining what you're making in the project room at David Nolan?

A designer in the Times last week said he was 110, no 200 percent sure he would succeed. He was either lying or is dumb. What I’m talking about is not arrogance, it’s fantasy.


The Portugese Bomber said...

All of my fantasies are sexual because almost all of my attempts to get the real thing end in failure. Is there any parallel here with what you're talking about in this blog entry?

Molly Stevens said...

Well, if you didn't have sexual fantasies it would make things worse. (Watch the marble elephant).