I’m always trying to decide what exactly I’m writing about here at the Stifled Artist. Looking at my history of tags it would seem that I am covering life, the universe and everything in the galaxy I should happen to stumble across. I rant about society, high-fructose corn syrup, and trying to do what you love and make enough money on the side at the same time without going crazy. I cover the economic crises, job tips for the creative unemployed worker and post random books reviews and video clips. I comment on social media, the long tail, and the dip as well as any other random marketing-type developments that might affect the careers of the young, aimless and talented. Sometimes I go on a tangent about my artistic relatives, what it’s like to live in the house my grandfather built, or just how beautiful the Bay Area is. The unifying theme seems to be life as an art project of observation laced with a sardonic sense of irony and humor.
All in all, I would say that I may have been stifled when I began this blog, but I have now reached overwhelmed. I am overwhelmed by topics, insights, and parallels. A lot of times I have great ideas I let fall into the gutter because I’m so rife with the hubbub of every day life I fantasize (albeit briefly) about someone paying my overhead in exchange for forty hours a week of my time.
The truth is, now that I’ve been working for myself on and off for the last eleven years of my life, I’m not sure I CAN work for “the man”, whoever that is. My father always told me that time is equal to money, and I value my meandering time. When I’ve strategically under worked through out the week I have to remind myself that I did it on purpose because I wanted to do more interesting things besides just earn money, and that no one is barking at me to pick up the pace. Things will accumulate on their own. They already have. Focus on entering into one door and it will undoubtedly lead to another. I call this serendipitous employment. (Not to say I don’t work hard in many bursts of effort).
I won’t be surprised if I’ve succeeded in supporting my dreams even further come next year. We’re either completely hemmed in by the drudgery of it all or ecstatic about the trippy way everything just seems to work out when you’re on the right path (eventually).
Sometimes thing don’t happen in a linear pattern. And a lot of times forcing things just makes everything worse all around. Do what you love…and accept that you won’t be rich. That’s my philosophy. Your dreams are your own, and no one can tell you not to go after them. No one can tell you you’re wrong, that you don’t have the knack, or that you need to do something better with your time. And the last thing I want to do with this short funny life is spend it sitting at a desk doing repetitive tasks. Not my bag baby. Not my bag.
This blog reflects my life’s themes and how they all weave together. What I find interesting in the world. How it all filters through my own crazy creative lens. What’s your theme?