More important than any tool in an artist’s craft is the patience it takes to see a project through to completion, whether or not the end product is anything at all like what you imagined. Considering I wield the double-edged sword of stubbornness, however, I know I will find this belief hard to subscribe to without suppressing armories of anger and doubt.
If getting new people into a scene is the primary means of keeping it alive, why are so many of a scene’s typical behaviors actively discouraging towards new blood?
For a majority of my weekends, I’ve become desensitized to oppressive brake lights, of which there are a multitude to choose from, all coming to the same conclusion: you’re in line. This is what I hate about driving; for the moment you’re in a car, your sole purpose is diminished to Simply Getting There.
