She says to me, your art work is really good, but nobody knows who Oscar Wilde and Theda Bara are. You should draw people in our times, people that others will know and care about. Like Beyonce. This was after I had said that there are people out there that collect memorabilia and art of certain celebrities and pay good money for this kind of stuff. So I sat there just wanting to get up and leave, but instead I remained in my seat and was silent. She says there would be more people wanting to buy my art if I drew stuff people wanted.
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How about all of you? How do you cope with people telling you how to do your art instead of supporting you?
These days? I don't deal with anyone who does that to me because I simply don't talk to people who don't understand what "art" means. Those who know are those who understand, or they have no comment, or they find it fascinating they know a "real life author".
Previously, though? I got asked when I would publish my own comic book, would I start a drawing class, would I write about them, could I do xxxxx, etc.
Long ago, I was also on the receiving end of, "why don't you get a real job?", "it's only a hobby, give it up", and "you'll never be famous [through writing]". All these were from people I thought supported me or were close to me. Only the middle one was said from the heart and meant for the best (my dad), but he was very proud when I was published. (My mum was beside herself and volunteered to help sell the books.)
However, it was that last phrase that disintegrated the dreams I had. Why? 'Cos it was from a relative I had, up until that point, really respected and looked up to, and because they blurted it out insensitively and it hit when I was at a bad spot in life, and needed to believe. Also, the pronouncement correlated with a lot of first-hand research I had done (I think I've mentioned this a few times in AW and/or on a very old blog of mine). And that "you'll never be famous" phrase was uttered, what, almost 20 years ago? But since then, I have actually been published, and I'm now working as an editor. And you know what? While I despise that phrase, and still feel that some of it's true, I'm at the stage of my life where I can say, "Fxxx you and your 'expertise'; you don't have a godsdamned clue about writing or the industry. And you're even more clueless about
me and
my abilities."
Do I still respect that relative? Sure. But that's all; they're a relative, they have their life and I have mine. Also, said relative hasn't been a part of my life in decades. So... what weight do I give this relative's opinions? None. And I'm happier for it. Additionally, I don't ask for opinions any more, except when I request critiques (completely different), and I shut down unsolicited opinions on what someone else thinks of my writing / dreams / goals / etc.
All this to say: do what you love doing; pursue your dream even if it looks like there's no chance for success, and regardless of what people say (family or relatives or otherwise). Because, ultimately: you define your success, and you define your dream.