Creativity, freedom and zero fucks to give

Creativity, freedom and zero fucks to give

For the last…god, well over a decade anyway…I’ve been working as an artist, or at least existing online as an artist, in some capacity. As anyone who has ever functioned on the internet as an independent creator will know, you are responsible for your own marketing, you are a brand as well as a person, all that stuff. And holy fuck, does that ever affect how you interact with people. I mean, seriously. You have to be genuine, authentic and friendly because people respond positively to that and it’s a good way to be in general cause no-one likes fake people, but you also sort of have to see everyone you meet as a potential client, customer, reader, whatever. I don’t mean I’ve moved through my online life with cash flashing across my eyes, looking at you all like you were just a way to make money, cause fuck no. Definitely not that. Never that. But there is an element of ignoring certain behaviour and how it makes you feel because of how you have to seem when you’re running a business or you are a business or your audience’s perception of you as a person has the potential to affect whether or not you get to keep a roof over your head. And by you, I mean me. But also possibly you, depending on who you are.

Before I go any further, this is 100% not a passive-aggressive stab at anyone. I’m certain the people involved in the experiences I’m about to talk about won’t be reading this. If you are reading this, I’m not talking about you. OK? OK.

There are some things that set alarms bells ringing in my head immediately, based on solid past experience as well as common sense. One of those things is when someone who hardly knows me suddenly starts acting as if we’re great friends, as if we’ve known each other for years. I’m going to be straight-up here, it’s almost always men and you know the language I’m referring to. I know you know it. It’s at once excessively formal and overly familiar. It makes you (me, probably you) feel kind of…weird. You (I) might not be able to explain exactly why, but there’s definitely that feeling of discomfort. Not like they’re literally threatening your safety, but there’s still something not quite right. Except that person praises your work. They might refer to themselves as a fan (eww, don’t even get me started on that terminology). They talk about how much they support you as an artist, a creator, whatever. They support you as a person, even though you never asked for that. So they’re just being nice, right? Maybe it’s silly to feel uncomfortable about how they speak to you. Maybe you start trying to keep your distance in subtle ways. You leave it a while before you reply. You ignore certain parts of messages because you aren’t sure how to respond. Cause you have to be nice, don’t you? You have to be polite and friendly, don’t you? This is someone who supports your work, after all, and as everyone keeps telling you, when you’re an independent artist you will live and die by the opinions and actions of people who support your work, who consume your work (who consume you).

Except then it gets super weird and, in my experience, it always gets super weird in exactly the same way. There’s a sudden swing from excessively formal and overly familiar to aggressive, confrontational language and behaviour. Again, I’m not referring to literally threatening your personal safety, although of course it can sometimes go that way, and sometimes it has. I’m talking about talking. So you (I) draw a firm line and say no. You (I) aren’t saying the person is wrong, just that you (I) aren’t comfortable with how they’re communicating with you (me) so you’d (I’d) rather not communicate with them. And then it becomes all your fault. You’re overreacting. You’re doing exactly the same thing you said they did. You’re crazy, hysterical, wrong. Maybe they give up after not getting a response for a while. Maybe they start sharing screengrabs of private conversations with no context to try and convince other people that you’re an awful human. Whatever.

And then you start wondering what you should have done and when you should have done it to preemptively prevent that kind of behaviour. And god knows, everyone’s a fucking expert when it comes to telling you what you should have done. Thing is though, it’s not always that cut and dry. I’d go as far as to say it’s almost never that cut and dry. You (I) can go back through past encounters and conversations, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when you (I) should’ve asserted your (my) boundaries, laid down the law, been more firm, less accommodating, less polite, and it’s impossible. Sure, there are lots of things you (I) can point to and say, “That was weird. I felt uncomfortable there,” but those occasions are rarely serious enough to merit alienating someone who supports your work, who is a fan (again, eww), who just wants to be friends. It’s cumulative and that’s the problem.

I’m not saying literally everyone who is active on social media for reasons of creativity, art or business experiences this in exactly the same way, or at all. I’m saying I have and I know a lot of other people who have. I know there are people who absolutely do crave as much attention as possible from as many people as possible and have very few boundaries. I am most definitely not saying that’s wrong, by the way. I know there are people who work as independent artists or creators and hardly share anything of themselves as people, which I’m also not saying is wrong. Or ideal. Or right for everyone. Or a constructive choice. It is different for different people with different approaches and different boundaries for different reasons.

During the time when I was running a photography business and therefore relying mainly on my online activity to attract and keep clients, I was also running a tech business with my husband. I did not want those things to cross over (not for any awful reason, just that some of our tech clients were very demanding and persistent so I felt strongly that I needed to keep a distance between that and the rest of my life), so while I wasn’t super secretive about my real name or anything, I definitely didn’t use it in relation to my photography very often. Starting to use my real name – hell, my real full name (there’s another Tanya Simpson and she got there first with the real name thing) – for my writing and photography was a huge step for me. Standing behind my own creativity, attaching it to my name, to my identity, to me, was an act of empowerment. Again, this is not right for everyone and that’s cool. For much more practical reasons, I couldn’t be bothered working or creating under a pseudonym because it’s less hassle to just use my actual name. And millions of writers, photographers, artists, tattooists, politicians, teachers, dog trainers, psychiatrists, construction workers etc work under their own real, full names. So it’s not exactly a new or unusual thing and I don’t regret it.

What I do regret, and it takes a lot for me to say I regret something because it’s not a way I usually feel about anything, is allowing myself to remain in situations where I was wildly uncomfortable because I felt I had to prioritise not alienating any members of my ‘audience’ over actually feeling OK about the interactions I was having. I’ve been in situations, in the physical world as well as online, where I’ve had to deal with people feeling that they had a right to my time, energy and existence that they did not have. And in literally all of those situations, I had people who cared about me saying, “Seriously, you need to draw a firm line there because that is not OK and you don’t owe anyone shit” and I had other people saying, “This is part of the job (or the volunteer work, or the vocation). You signed up for this. Deal with it.”

I think what I’m getting at here is that I didn’t sign up for that and you didn’t either. If you’ve never experienced these issues, I’m really happy for you. If you have, I get it and it is not your fault. The existence of an independent creator, responsible for your own marketing, sales, business, networking, all of that (or simply responsible for encouraging people to engage with the art you create and share for fun), is not an easy one to navigate and we do it in an ever-changing world with ever-shifting etiquette and goalposts. It is fucking hard and there are no reliable rules.

I’ve lived with this for too long and I’m done. I don’t care if I’m shooting future-me in the art-foot by shrugging my shoulders and saying, “Nope, not anymore. I’m retreating, I’m putting up some walls and while I will always be fine to talk openly about past experiences and current perspectives because I’m a writer and it’s what I do, no part of me, my time, my energy or my life belongs to anyone but me.” For the record, that has nothing whatsoever to do with what name I create or share my work under and everything to do with what I am willing to accept in terms of how other people communicate with me.

If people looking at my photos or reading my writing is dependent on me being a brand instead of an actual human with feelings, or on my willingness to put up with people being seriously fucking creepy, I’m not up for that at all. I don’t care enough. That price is too high and I’m not going to pay it. I will throw my words and pictures out into the world for free or for a very low cost because I love to create and I love to share what I create, but I don’t owe anyone a piece of myself, for any reason, ever.

This post is dedicated to the last remaining fuck I had to give, as I watch it fly away to join all the other fucks I used to give about things that don’t matter anymore. Be free, little fuck. I’ll be fine without you.

6 thoughts on “Creativity, freedom and zero fucks to give

  1. So much this. When I decided to officially declare myself a writer, I struggled with how much of myself I wanted to share. I’m a private person, truly, and the idea of thinking of myself as a product to sell was always gross to me. It felt like personality prostitution. After trying things “the right” way for so long, I finally just stopped caring about marketing and page views and all that, and trusted that the right people would find me. Resonating together would be enough to make it worth my time and effort, and anyone who didn’t resonate could see themselves the fuck out. By shifting my focus from being a “brand” to being a human, I have to trust that situations like you described here will die off. I suppose we’ll find out together!

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    1. It’s really lovely and so reassuring to read a comment like this! I started thinking about what if all I ever did with my books was put them on my website to download for free with a Kofi/PayPal option, or put them on Amazon or wherever for a really low price (cause it would be nice to at least cover the fairly minimal cost of my WordPress plan and other small things I pay for to do with my writing and online existence), just to share them with the world. And it actually felt really nice. Maybe some people will read them and that would be awesome, but the relief I felt when I thought of that being an option made it hit home yet again how much I really didn’t feel comfortable with the industry side of things. I keep saying “If I wanted to work in marketing, I’d still be working in marketing” and it becomes more true every day.

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  2. Hugs. I think you nailed it very well, the problem-that-cannot-be-named by creative people. This was far better than reading a bunch of platitudes about trying for a creative professional life vs. a private life. I haven’t been there yet, but I haven’t written much if at all in a long time (too many bad things back to back stifling me right now, and tearing apart my house is hard work). But I think all you’ve said is valid and deserves thinking about. I know I’m one of those people who is (inadvertently) very careful in conversation, to the point where if I say something somebody disagrees with and they’re about to launch into a diatribe, I realize I’ve built in an escape plan of sorts.
    We all want to be appreciated, but we should be appreciated more for our vision and ourselves than as some brand, like we’re a factory producing product. Not everybody will like what we have to say or do, but I think they fail to realize that if we can’t be ourselves, soon we’ll have nothing to be creative about, or we’ll lose the creative drive because we’re trying to fit into some box others built to put us in.
    Hugs again, and keep going strong. I will be thinking about this one when I get my mind back and my drive to improve, and start creating again… beyond remodeling the house and getting new furniture, that is!

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  3. I like this. Well, not the fact you were made to feel uncomfortable by dickheads, obv! But I totally hear you on the whole “you have to be a brand, you have to be this dedicated online ‘presence’ if you want to get anywhere… you have to enter all the competitions and submit your work and blablabla”… I find it really easy to get sucked in to feeling that is the ONLY WAY to get ahead with my creative endeavours and it’s Just. Not. True. It’s one way, and sure, maybe one of the faster ways. But then life gets in the way and, like you, I think I’m almost grateful that I simply don’t have time to play the game right now. Anyway… a longwinded and possibly tangental response! But, I hear ya. Keep on doing you. You are amazing. x

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    1. Since I posted this, I’ve felt like I let go of a breath I didn’t realise I was holding and it has been SO GOOD. I feel so much more inspired to write and take photos, and just happier in general. It’s also been eye-opening to hear from other people who feel the same way ❤


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