This post is from October 2024, but the question still lingers: what are we really doing when we make art?
Something feels off in the way we talk about art-making today. Are we even on the same page? What is art for? What’s its function in our lives—especially now? Why do we make it? And can we sit with the hard questions when they come—about meaning, originality, and purpose? Can we actually hear the feedback without flinching?
I keep noticing this trend: artists trying to patch holes in their creative lives by borrowing someone else’s voice, someone else’s vision. Emulating a style or riding the momentum of a movement that already has weight, hoping some of that gravity will rub off.
But that’s not it. That’s not the work.
Curious where you stand with all this. Drop a comment—let’s talk.