“I don’t enjoy observing people as much as I used to.
Everyone acts like they’re on stage. People used to come to The Village
sheepishly. Nobody was sure if they belonged. We didn’t know if we were
artists. These days everyone walks around like they’re contributing something.
There’s no angst anymore. There’s too much certainty. And that’s a shame.
Because all the best art comes from people who feel like they don’t belong. Art
is a way of proving your existence. When I was a
young man, a person that I respected told me that I was an artist. It was one
of the worst things that could have happened to me. I stopped walking into
museums or galleries with a sense of awe. I walked in feeling like an ‘artist.’
My arms would be crossed. If I liked a piece, it was ‘good.’ If I didn’t like a
piece, it was ‘bad.’ I didn't feel vulnerable anymore. I lost my humility. And
that’s when growth stops.”
(culled from humans of New York )
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