Some of you may have noticed that I have changed the name of the blog. It’s not a big change but the implications are significant.
I am really just trying it on for size. The change makes me feel uncomfortable but that’s not always a bad thing. I can, of course, simply return to the original if the vague feeling of fear continues but I won’t do that immediately.
I have removed the word ‘aspiring’ from the title. You now read the everyday thoughts of an (unmitigated) artist. I wrote That great finger from the sky in June which dealt with similar issues. At the risk of repeating myself, I write about the topic again.
I decided that I needed to own the descriptor of artist. It was time to step into the actual role instead of watching from a vantage point at the side. From a safe vantage point at the side. That is the implication. By taking on the role fully it is possible to fail. As an aspiring artist I keep with me the knowledge that any failure is of the aspiration and not of the artist, a failure of the trying, not the being. But now I have put it out there, as the phrase goes. I have declared to the world, or to you at least, that artist is what I am. If it doesn’t work out that’s a degree of underachievement which would cause, no doubt, a corresponding degree of disappointment.
I haven’t deliberately set out to put myself under undue, or particularly new, pressure. My personal goal hasn’t changed, neither has the essence of the private way I see myself. Aspiring just didn’t seem to fit the bill any longer for a public identity. It is time to be brave. It is time to step up.