My level of disengagement with stupid stuff is strong this year. I've even gotten super relaxed on the hashtag bullshido on Instagram. Don't care about building my followers, don't care about "engagement" and new content creation and all the other marketing bullshit that is forced upon you as an artist trying to survive online. Sorry I just don't care right now- I'm living my best life.
Not seeking out galleries or putting others on a pedestal as if they are more important, hard working or special than me. Not social climbing or trying to make connections and network. Not trying to get interviewed, spotlighted or gain votes. Not pressured to entertain my "followers" like a fake star or be "on" for "my public" . Wow we let a lot of bullshit take up our time and bully our lives around. I can think of no more boring thing than spending time "curating" my Instagram to all have the color white as a prominent background and make sure every successive post falls into regimented formation. Barf on all that slick, commercial bullshit.
2020 the year I showed up in clothes covered in cat fur with my crooked teeth while everyone else was busy staging curated photos in their pristine white background world.
You know what I'm totally enjoying? Washing dishes like a monk. Folding my laundry and finding places to stash my potted plants. Walking, working out and chopping vegetables. Collecting cat fur on my clothes.
Not thinking Im special just because I'm an artist, a woman, a Latina or any other label. I'm enjoying just being a damn human on a chaotic planet during a Pandemic...with no agenda other than to survive, live the day fully and mindfully and be real. 2020 served realness and I'm here to dish out the same.
Be authentic. Fuck the fake system. Take back your realness.
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