Anonymous Artists

This is how I’m feeling today.

Does anyone else ever take a nap just so you don’t have to deal with all the chili spilled all over your floor?

I’m starting this blog because my art life feels like a cartoon dumpster fire. All my friends are becoming successful and I’m still getting mediocre ratings on my work (or less than) It’s like my soul has diarrhea, I’m trying to express myself and it’s a big gross mess. So, I thought, fuck it- I can’t be the only one that feels like I’m going nowhere. And don’t even famous artists have stories about how they struggled and no one loved them? And didn’t some of those same artists overcome a lot of the trash holding them back? 

Don’t we all have the occasional project gone crack-brained or shit garbage dumpster fire of a disaster? 

I knew an actor who didn’t tell anyone he had epilepsy and had a seizure while driving for a scene shot in midtown Manhattan during rush hour. The only thing the producer could assure was that “no limbs were lost.” Another producer had a live seal nearly impale itself on an iron gate during a commercial shoot.