Would you say that, in general, artists on Tumblr are pretty much only keen on following other artists? I've noticed a trend where a lot of people such as yourself just kind of tend to stay in your area of focus, and don't really go around following "random" people. In my opinion, which you may or may not share, it would be beneficial to follow a lot of other people as well, for possible inspiration.
I dunno how that’s a “trend” you can notice unless you can see everyone’s dashboards, in which case, stop looking over my shoulder, it’s creepy.
I can think of a few reasons. Maybe we don’t wanna spend hours weeding through heaps o’ junk, just because it may or may not “strike” us with inspiration (which, er, doesn’t really come from Tumblr). Maybe we prefer having shopping lists to just wandering around CostCo for four hours. Yeah, maybe having a specific list prevents us from trying a new kind of cranberry juice or whatever, but we’ve got things to do. And speaking personally, I do follow a large variety. It just so happens artists update more frequently.
Artists are a “tribe,” so to speak. Of course we like talking to each other and seeing each other’s stuff develop. People with mutual interests and passions gel well, and if that doesn’t make sense to you, I’m baffled.
If you’re a cynical asshole you probably see this as sycophantic behavior, like we’re all parasites taking turns leeching on each other’s popularity and fanbases. That’s the “trend” I’m noticing, people tending to assume the absolute worst about people who just try to draw for a living. Most of us aren’t monsters. Our eyes are probably red, but we’re not monsters. We just stare at screens too damn long and we ran out of Systane drops.
Have you ever had your self esteem randomly plummet into a bottomless pit never to be seen again for no reason at all and then feel like a shitty crybaby for a long while? What do you do to make yourself feel better? I'm in need of suggestions :(
HMM I don’t know if it’s ever been THAT low but I tend to play a game I enjoy, a game I know I love (for me its the exile series, like exile escape from the pit) its really good at reminding me of stuff i did as a kid so it evokes huge nostalgia and just makes me feel happy to be playing it
i also try to do something with my cats if they’re not driving me up the wall, or i read a book that i know picks me up, or i generally try to look for things that im interested in
I used to be a really shitty horrible bully in school and I feel bad about it all the time because I used to find random kids and beat them up and make fun of them and people i didn't even know would join in for fun and all of my victims are probably fucked up now, I'm so sorry
you can make amends by talking out against that shit and if you ever get the chance to, to apologize to them
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
Yesterday I wrote about how to explore ideas quickly by asking “What comes next?”
It’s a great way to recognize the importance any question has in the role of creative thinking. Questions lead us down new paths, good questions help us plot where we are on the route between powerfully…
“Many personality characteristics of creative people … make them more vulnerable, including openness to new experiences, a tolerance for ambiguity, and an approach to life and the world that is relatively free of preconceptions. This flexibility permits them to perceive things in a fresh and novel way, which is an important basis for creativity. But it also means that their inner world is complex, ambiguous, and filled with shades of gray rather than black and white. It is a world filled with many questions and few easy answers. While less creative people can quickly respond to situations based on what they have been told by people in authority — parents, teachers, pastors, rabbis, or priests — the creative person lives in a more fluid and nebulous world. He or she may have to confront criticism or rejection for being too questioning, or too unconventional. Such traits can lead to feelings of depression or social alienation. A highly original person may seem odd or strange to others. Too much openness means living on the edge. Sometimes the person may drop over the edge… into depression, mania, or perhaps schizophrenia.”—The Relationship Between Creativity and Mental Illness | Brain Pickings (via wildcat2030)