There are times when the artist that you are and the artist that you want to be cannot be reconciled.
This is a fight between desire and reality. You fight and fight to be a certain type of artist, but nothing works- it doesn’t fit. You want to make bigger work, smaller work, more colorful work, less colorful work, paintings, sculpture, prints, or just installation. Conceptual work, or formal work. You think, “I’ll just do this type of art, or use this type of approach, and the world will get me.” So, there you are, trying and trying and trying, getting nowhere. No one is responding- not even you.
With Malcolm Gladwell’s 10,000 hours of genius-hood getting farther and farther away, you consider giving up.
The question you are really trying to answer is who YOU are as an artist. Not your famous professor, best friend from art school, or that guy who randomly picked up a paintbrush one day and now sells paintings for $20,000 a pop. Not the girlfriend who paints in her spare time while her baby sleeps, or the friends whose art involves tagging the neighborhood.
No, the question is: who are YOU as an artist?
Not who do you WANT to be— but who are you right now as an artist? In this space, this place, with this work? And can you value yourself and what you do? Can you grant it legitimacy? Can you be enough?