Respect for oneself and others
Sometimes our world reminds me of a war between overinflated narcissists, each clamoring amongst the other to proclaim their self-acknowledged superiority of their given genre of focus. “God of” this or “Supreme Ruler” of that spews from the mouths of these paper town criers as if the position is given purely by gift of self-aggrandizement. While I am all for one possessing a healthy self-esteem, to me this tendency often rings hollow and ends up resembling more of a peacock display. As if the contest judged flamboyancy instead of function or shock instead of substance; each resulting in the dumbing down of our experience and character to that of a shallow thrill.
The ideal of ‘artist’ is much different. It is a term that is frequently used to denote an exalted position of existence or performance. It is the idea of someone who produces something more (or more special than is expected). One’s position is reached through perfecting his or her self-expression. However, it is also the way one journeys to reach that goal that defines the artist. That is to say , not only is it the product, but the process itself that exalts the artist.
This is the delineation. In short, I believe that the true artist perfects his or her tools in order to truly produce something special and memorable. ‘To convey the beauty of one’s imagination’... I believe this is the artist’s true goal; and this conveyance can not be expressed or experienced in a shallow thrill.