If no one cares, really,

No one else to please,

Satisfy yourself.

Taste fun and mystery.


Written: 21/08/2017

I often find I am stuck between wanting to make something of a really high quality and to have that recognised.  In a tangible way, that means people will comment and say they like it, or it will affect people in a positive way. On the other hand, the pressure to achieve this type of “successful” outcome often makes it feel difficult to get started.

  • “Is it the right thing to do right now?” (Relevance)
  • “Am I going to get the tone right?” (Suitability)
  • “How does this fit with what I have done so far?” (Consistency)
  • “Does anyone care if I make anything?” (Self doubt, questioning, the fear of futility)

There are more, but I’ll save them for another post!

Then on some days, I am reminded that I currently have a small niche audience, and some of them are just way too busy to scan the horizon for my every post, so even if I do release something it’s probably going to be a while before anyone says anything, and if that’s the case, I should just go ahead and make whatever, because a great part of creativity is pleasing oneself (aka self amusement/living in a creative moment of one’s choosing)).

About The Mollusc Dimension

"Like existence, art, expression and even the urge to explore are in a state of flux, revelation and memory. Each encounter through the doorway, into the state of creativity is a catalyst for action, emotional and spiritual as well as physical and intellectual. As Krishnamurti says, there is no state of happiness but the state of the creative moment." This is currently the "Writing Dept" (eg “just words” — well mainly!) for The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr, an East-Asian, British, experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound. He has a particular interest in themes of identity, queerness, intersectional feminism, surrealism + education and using lo-fi/ everyday materials (words/experiences/equipment) in addition to technology.
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