Don’t get me wrong. I wish I could. I dearly wish it were possible. The truth is that I can’t. For all the clues I share, all the guidance I take from good sources and make available here, for all the fresh ideas I try to write down and for all the advice I’ve tried and not always succeeded in following myself that I set forth in these blog posts, not a single one will save you. They might not even make a blind bit of difference to you. The truth is: the only person that can help you become a better artist or make a living at it is yourself.
I don’t mean that you should think of your situation as helpless. There will always be people that say and do things for you at crucial moments that will transform how your life works out. There is no doubt in my mind that we are all connected. The only point I am making is that, in the end, the totality of your art practice and your life is in your own hands, in the main.
Sometimes I have wished somebody would magically step in and help me. It usually didn’t happen, but sometimes it did and I am forever grateful for those interventions and helping hands. The people that offered them to me so generously know who they are. Once again, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Sincerely.
My point is that you can read all the self help, self improvement wisdom that there is, you can absorb every written thing about how you should do something, you can collect fresh ideas and new approaches like a bower bird, but unless you actually look into your own being and draw out the will and grit to try those things out, with consistency, all of that intellectual knowledge won’t change your world one little bit.
So that’s what I mean. I can’t help you. I can only share the things I have discovered and the things I am trying to apply, with consistency, to my own situation, with all of you, in the hope that you might recognise something worth attempting in all of it and give it a go. The rest is up to you. I hope that helps.