Your Numbers are Irrelevant.You're not going to see me post these frankly tired "tuff luv arteest" journals. But there's a recurring problem that is bugging the HELL out of me.XoPachi
Pageviews. Followers. Number of high profile/talented artists you've earned the "respect" of. I'm not talking about gaining exposure for the purpose of making MONEY either now or in the future with your work. I'm talking about just wanting numbers for no reason.
Stop focusing on them.
So far I've noticed two different types of people. The one who works diligently on their trade, but focuses too much on their numbers. Profusely wondering why they can't meet the popularity levels of That Other Guy™ when they should be asking "what can I do to improve my abilities so I can succeed and be happy with myself"? This person loses themselves. They become depressed. They contemplate leaving galleries behind. They let it eat at them for months and it even cuts into their lives. It's like watching a once lively po
Titillation vs. SexismBoobs.jollyjack
Guys are fascinated by them.
Through single-digit ages, they find the very concept of them hilarious, and when puberty kicks in the mere thought of lady-lumps generally causes some movement in the trouser department. These weak-willed creatures will follow them anywhere and they will do almost anything if it means simply being permitted to gaze upon them for a few moments more.
The entertainment industries, from the big movie makers to the lowly art whores (like me) know this, and have played upon it for years in order to separate males from their money. As a result, mass media is awash with the female form in all manner of provocative poses and dress.
Many women are fed up with this, but is the whole thing “sexist”?
Well, it’s impossible and indeed wrong to say a whole industry is one thing or another. Ultimately it’s all one, big, dumb organism that simply moves with the cultural winds. It perpetuates what sustains it. It’s only when you break it