Geez, Mathis I can't tell you anything. You should be teaching somewhere. Why do you ask for advice? You're far more together in what you're doing than I am. I'm a fragmented, schizoid nutcase on the brink of the Abyss.
I do not disagree with anything being said here, and would add:
Consciously trying to create "Great Art" will result in shit.
The only way to do real art is to keep working hard (and eat occasionally).
Inspiration is an illusion in the old sense of a sudden, divine flash - it's more like having a little idea buzzing around that you suddenly just notice and think - that's o.k. I'll try that. And it turns out to be useable or maybe good.
There is absolutely no way anyone can ever know if what he does is significant. Even the most famous guys. In the 19th Century, the three greatest composers ever were known by everyone to be: Beethoven, Brahms and Spohr.
Beethoven, Brahms and WHO?
So you can only hope you will not be that "WHO?" guy but there is no way to know. So f*** it. You have to just do your best.
p.s. And please, Ludwig Spohr fans on the internet - don't write me indignantly. Maybe his day will come again. Maybe. Possibly? Nah...
I do not disagree with anything being said here, and would add:
Consciously trying to create "Great Art" will result in shit.
The only way to do real art is to keep working hard (and eat occasionally).
Inspiration is an illusion in the old sense of a sudden, divine flash - it's more like having a little idea buzzing around that you suddenly just notice and think - that's o.k. I'll try that. And it turns out to be useable or maybe good.
There is absolutely no way anyone can ever know if what he does is significant. Even the most famous guys. In the 19th Century, the three greatest composers ever were known by everyone to be: Beethoven, Brahms and Spohr.
Beethoven, Brahms and WHO?
So you can only hope you will not be that "WHO?" guy but there is no way to know. So f*** it. You have to just do your best.
p.s. And please, Ludwig Spohr fans on the internet - don't write me indignantly. Maybe his day will come again. Maybe. Possibly? Nah...