I think often times artists take criticism or lack of support on their work way too personally. I mean, I can’t really blame them, it IS personal. Our artwork is an expression and reflection of who we are as individuals; if someone hates on IT, they hate on US. The thing is… there’s a big difference between disliking someone’s work and actually criticizing it because deep down inside we’re jealous of their success, jealous of how well received they are. I know I’m guilty of it. Foooorrrr suuuurreeee. Toronto is a saturated city filled with people on the come-up, trying to be better, more, different and unique. Everyone has got their tight D up and will react to any opinion that speaks against their own. I was thinking about all of this when I was getting ready this morning and about the number of artists who have complained about the same thing. It is a rejection of our art that has turned our mouths sour.
I don’t want to add to the growing number of screw faces in this city. Heck, I’m not even originally from here. Whenever I feel burned, snubbed, or just not supported the way I wish I were by people, it’s not something that I want to take personally anymore. I’m over it. That’s all ego talking inside saying, “Hey, why don’t you like what I do? Why don’t you acknowledge me?” I don’t need bitterness or negativity harboring because it leaves no room for growth, humility and understanding.
I’m committing to a new approach, one that supports the hustle and grind of all on the come-up that are genuine about their intent and authentic in sharing their art.
I see you, Toronto, and I’m with you. Let’s love and rise together…
I’ve spoken my piece.