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Sculpture by a Brazilian artist Nele Azevedo

My perception of success is very rigid: either you are a world-famous superman, or you sweep the streets. And here where the problem comes – my reality is a million light years away from my ambition. Am I just an ordinary person?

I am a very ordinary person. The realization of it suddenly comes as a relief. Not seeing one-self in perspective is a curse. We think, we have some abilities, therefore, we are greater than the others, therefore we must perform on an outstanding level. And here comes the fear of failure and self-doubts to helps us along… to the depression. The other extreme which I find myself falling into is leveling myself with the earth, thinking, that if I am not making it to the top 10, then what’s the point of life. The dividing abyss between success and failure is wide and unforgiving for those, who doesn’t have the whole picture in front of them. And artists, due to their solitary nature of work existence often fall victims of this delusion. Attempting to assess myself and find the right path to success, according to my abilities and nature, I keep swinging from scorching to freezing, and never feeling comfortable. Thank progress for the Internet and blogging. I am rescued from the possible end in a mental house by the technologies.

There is a thingy on the Google, called “artist a day“, which does what it says. You can submit your art yourself, apparently, I haven’t tried. There is some sort of selection. But the stuff which comes up every day is diverse. It helped me to realise, how many artists are there, how many styles, views, opinions, messages… Some times the art featured is pathetic, sometimes it’s wonderful and makes you wonder why This Stuff didn’t make it to the Fame, while something of dubious quality, like … fill in the space, did. And not being The Celebrities of Art makes those wonderful artists just ordinary people.

There are blogs, which are funny, clever, passionate, informative. There are poems, short stories, photographs, illustrations, art critic. All created by ordinary people e i nobody knows them, they are not on the telly or on the front covers of the magazines.

There is a website I found http://www.paperkitefoundation.com/, which is a charity helping a village in the Northern India. Their life position stated on the site resonated within me, I want to help them – 5 or 8 people doing what they can, rather than a huge organization rotating millions. This charity was started by ordinary people. And you know what was really encouraging? There were photos of the team members on the website, and there they are, young, pleasant, with football on the beach, or in the office with a cup of coffee – they are ordinary, like me, like us. They enjoy life and do something nice for the others. Their lives are ordinary lives (as opposed to celebrity lives, with getting drunk, imprisoned, rehabilitated, whisked about the world, adopting a poor child – all of this with the generous helping of quick big money and media attention).

It is fine to be ordinary people. They get to enjoy life, being creative in the ways they like, helping and playing, working and learning.
– Yes, I take it. Wrap it up.  
– Hey, you already got it. You’ve been an ordinary person all along.
– Ah! But now I feel good about it, and THAT makes all the difference