Inspiration is a double-edged sword

Have you noticed? Artfest 2012 classes are up!
Paging through the class descriptions and photos feels to me a lot like what I'd imagine an addict's first hit of heroin feels like. And then I went off to read my usual blogroll of artist sites for my daily hit of inspiration.

But that move was, shall we say, too much of a good thing. (See Ricë Freeman-Zachery's post about this, fifth paragraph down, on Create Mixed Media.) I began whipping myself over how I should be Doing More, like all these amazing, clever Artfest instructors.
I had similar reactions to True Colors, the compilation of artists' journals that I'm sure you've read and reread until your eyes swelled shut and your fingers bled. Artfest founder Teesha Moore was one of those artists, and several others teach or have taught at Artfest and other retreats, like Claudine Hellmuth.

After my first Artfest in 2008, I was filled with awe for these people. Paralyzed by it, in fact. But around the same time, I met a TC artist online: Lisa Hoffman.
God bless her, she promptly undermined my hero worship in a few lines: 

"... as soon as you feel yourself thinking of someone as an Art Rockstar...stop. Take a deep breath and remember that they are probably totally nuts."
These are Regular People, if not Normal People. They will talk to you, enthusiastically and openly about their art, and most will cheer you on in your efforts. Like Lisa did.

"... I SAW some of the work on your Blog so the jig is up."
Face it, Lisa was saying: you are in fact an artist too.

(So I spent the next four hours whispering to myself, "LISA HOFFMAN likes my art. Oh. My. God.")

I may have to turn away from the computer for a day or two and, I dunno, GET BACK TO MY OWN ARTWORK. I don't need rehab -- I can quit anytime I want to! -- but I do have to watch my art consumption.

How do you get your own inner critic to shut the hell up? Let me know.
Posted on August 5, 2011 and filed under "Artfest", "bitching and moaning".