What To Say When Your Art Isn’t Real

Not Real Art

Some people have this idea that their type of art is the only real art, and because your art doesn’t fit in their category of art, they feel the need to make you feel less than for your chosen medium and/or style.  So, what do we do with these people?

First of all, let’s look at the definition of art.  Merriam-Webster defines art as something that is created with imagination and skill and that is beautiful or that expresses important ideas or feelings.  This is a very broad definition that applies to many different styles.  Whether you’re doing graphite drawings or oil paintings, or abstract or realism, it all falls under the definition of art.

Everyone has preferences from food, movies, music, to more important things, like what they prefer in a future spouse.  It doesn’t mean the other person’s preference is wrong.  It’s just not right for you.

Usually the people who say you’re art isn’t real art, are very insecure about theirs.  So when the little monster comes around to tell you that you don’t make real art, kill it with a smile, and go make more art.  Remember, the little monster means you’re doing a good job actually making art instead of hiding in a closet.

Other Topics That Might Interest You:

https://shalevbasya.wordpress.com/2016/02/18/thoughts-on-beginning-artist-books/

https://shalevbasya.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/want-to-improve-your-work/

https://shalevbasya.wordpress.com/2016/01/21/multiple-art-incomes-2/

https://shalevbasya.wordpress.com/2016/01/14/how-to-not-get-bored-with-art/

https://shalevbasya.wordpress.com/2015/12/24/excuses/

Sometimes Life Just Happens

The Blue Scarf Lady (c)

I’m writing this more for myself than for you, but maybe you find something useful from it.  As you can see from last week, my blog didn’t happen and I was upset about it, because I know there are certain people who wait for it to come out on that day, but I just couldn’t get to it.

Not much happened in the way my art that week.  I wasn’t feeling well.  Baby was teething.  Dinner needed to be made every night.  Oh and there’s always cleaning to be done.  I also need to do a painting, and do a blog, and run my social media sites.  All that just wasn’t going to happen that week, so I felt I needed to make myself feel bad about it.

Then I looked over at my 5 month old son who smiled at me.  We then played peek-a-boo over the crib and laughed.  I then thought, “I may not have accomplished everything I wanted, but my son is happy and I made him laugh.”  I’ll try again next week and whatever gets done, gets done.  Sometimes life happens and that’s ok.