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Lately I've been thinking a lot about states of identity and art. Which parts of ourselves do we choose to share through our art? Why those parts? How does your audience, your sharing platform, shape how you think and create? And, why does sharing work sometimes splinter our identities, or make us lose hold of them?
Personally, I've always felt pulled in (at least) two directions: language versus visual, print/gallery versus web, monochrome versus color. Institutional versus lowbrow/free, minimal versus elaboration, etc. Once upon a time, for example, I took myself rather seriously as a writer: :iconNegated:. That identity was defined by a great deal of self-censorship, a constant striving for improvement, an arrogance, and also (eventually severe) depression.
I'm sure only very few people who are still active/following me now knew me back then -- I would say 6 or 7 years ago -- when I was activ