Creation Frustration

Oh to be a frustrated artist. At least artists have focus.

My problem is that I want to do and try almost everything I see. Jack of all trades, master of none – that would be me.

I’ve got a rotating set of interests that alternately consume and then bore me (til they come back around again in a few months). Guitar, ukulele, mandolin, 3d graphics, Flash, game creation, stop-motion animation, film editing, origami, sculpture, blogging – the list goes on and on. I’ve done them all, a little. I’m not very good at any of them, but I can hold a conversation about them with people who are very good at them and know what they’re talking about.

The problem seems to come down to time, and priorities. I can make musical sounds come out of my ukulele, but to get to the stage where I would actually call myself a musician would require a bigger investment in time than I’m able to make. Because I’ve got all these other interests, see?

So every couple months I get to where I am now – frustrated and disappointed in how I’m “wasting my time” because I’m not doing or making or learning anything.

I don’t know what I want the end result to be. It’s not that I want fame or adulation – most of the stuff I do get around to doing is never seen by anyone. On the other hand, here I am writing a blog. Hmmm.

Bah.

October 10, 2005 | Posted in: True Stories | Comments Closed

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