It’s nice if you can amaze yourself occasionally – it doesn’t happen often, but it is good when it does. Those little miracles that rise up out of the mundane and make you smile more than you have in a while; you have to keep an eye out for them and you have to recognise them for what they are.
As an artist you share essential parts of yourself regularly, and people react to that, and when they do it in a positive manner, which is obviously not always the case, it is very gratifying. When you get that negativity thrown at you it can be very damaging, but it is not the most common reaction and therefore you have usually stored up enough good feeling to ride over it.
I respect all artists of any kind, even if I don’t like their work, why? Because putting yourself out there like that is one of the bravest things that you can do, and people do not acknowledge that enough. When a story gets rejected, or a novel ends up on a slushpile, that isn’t any easy thing. When someone makes a derisive remark about something that you have poured your heart and soul into – a throwaway remark that costs them nothing, it can mean a hell of a lot.
When you see a creative person that is burnt out because the world has not been kind them to it is a tragic thing. It is similarly tragic when the world takes a child that is able to do anything and be anything that it wants to be and reduces them to being able to fit into that round hole. The world at large can be a sad and stultifying factory that only turns out cogs. We have to change that, and we can, quite easily. For every person that changes their mind and refuses to accept the status quo a small eddy of change pushes out into the thoughtstream and impacts on the universal consciousness.
There is this poisonous idea that thinking is driven by a top down process that disseminates the big ideas and that we only react because of the trickle down – that is a lie that is put out there by the guys that sit at the top of the pyramid. Why do they do that? Because they know that if the people woke up, en masse, and realised that at the grass roots is where change can really be driven from, then the world would be a different place. It only works the way it works because that is the design that we have all agreed upon, but the stupid things about it all that bug everyone, why do we put up with them? Because we think that we have to. We don’t.
Artists are the drivers behind the wheel – our imaginations make us the grandmasters of this chess game, the ones in power who generally suffer from a complete lack of imagination … they are lagging a long way behind, and we stretch further ahead of them all the time. We are the frontrunners for the future; the messengers of the new ideas. I know I get a little carried away here sometimes, that I take an idea and spin it out a lot further than some people might think is feasible, but you have to dream with this world, and build spires on the foundations of where you are and what you are doing. If you can imagine it then it can come to pass.