After finishing something creative that I’ve worked on for days, weeks or even months. It’s a common thing that re-occurs more often than I’d like. But for me, it’s inevitable. It’s basically a feeling that comes for every artist or songwriter.. Painter, director, choreographer - and so on.
If you put your whole heart into your work, you’d know exactly what I’m talking about. Hours of mistakes. Hours of learning. Trial and error. And sometimes stuff you’re totally familiar with - but are tired of doing.
The minute you’re finished with that one piece of art. You feel alone. Atleast I do.
I feel like I’m the only person in the world that knows what went into making it. The one person that knows every bit and piece of it. There’s an on-going trauma in your head not knowing if anyone will appreciate it, let alone give any attention to it.
Anyone can proudly say “I don’t care if anyone likes it or not - I’m happy with what I did” - but deep down inside you want just one person to care. Or even just understand what you went through - creating it.
And here I am. Writing this.
