How bad do you want to be good?

I wrote this three years ago and the message still rings true so I decided to repost it.

A simple question with a difficult answer. This question was posed to me by an ad for School of Visual Art’s Continuing Education a few years back. At first it meant nothing to me, just another poster on the way to work. During the course of riding the train each morning and reading the question it sank in and began to eat at my creative subconscious.

How bad did I want to be good? What was I really doing to get better? Was the industry not seeing my talent or am just I complaining? As I pondered these questions I realized that I had began to feel like the industry owed me success because I was talented & gifted. I was destined for greatness because my work was amazing and untouchable. That’s when I r

Why I am Self Employed

Because the alternative is unacceptable. I’ve worked my entire adult life. Even part of teenage years starting at age 14. I’ve worked for small businesses and large corporations. I even did a stint working for a non-profit for 5 years. At each opportunity the outcome was the same, either I walked away or I was asked to leave.…

Most people shun the times they were fired but I wear them as a badge of honor. Every time I’ve been fired it reaffirmed that I can’t be tied down to a desk in someone else’s office affixed to their arbitrary schedule of when I should be creative. I am not a 9 to 5 guy. I’m not a morning person. I generate my creativity when I am inspired. Which is something the corporate world doesn’t understand.

Artists aren’t based on numbers (unless its fractal design) or accusto

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