Back in art-school I struggled a lot with the opinions of my teachers about what making art and creative living is supposed to be like.
For me creating art and experiencing art was positive, it had/has nothing to do with living in pain and punishing myself. I was striving to create beauty, but I felt as if my work could only be good if I was addressing a big topic that is important to all mankind. Or at least I would need to do something provocative (yes, I created a collage with hundreds of penises on it :)) or that I would need to create work because of my family history.
Still this perception of art and creative living is haunting me.Read More