In which I eat a strawberry—and consider: Can we beat evil before we destroy the ozone layer? Alphabet Meditation II: B is for Barbarism.
I used to consider harsh critique the road to improvement, a necessary tool for creatives. Now that I have the ability to deliver truly crushing feedback, I’m less inclined than ever to do so. Why should we cool it with these epic takedowns, and what does life look like beyond harsh, gatekeep-y critique?
Can I carry a flame from the bonfire of Twitter into something new? Alphabet Meditation II: A is for Again.
How does an artist, especially a working artist, ride the line between some kind of creative career and staying true to their vision?
When I thought about the art I want to be making, I quickly got overwhelmed. There was so much I could make, and so many things I’d need to work on to get there. In the spirit of avoiding overwhelm, I picked just one thing to focus on in the nearterm: stylization.
For the first time, I wore whatever I liked and dressed to highlight my bump, where I’d previously tried to hide any fat or dimple. Instead of crash dieting, which I’d been doing since I was 11, I ate entirely for health, and pleasure where I was able. My mind, however, did not hold up so well.
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