Someone I admire deleted a bunch of work from his gallery. I have a suspicion I know what he was feeling. Not feeling a lot of love from the audience. Wondering if any of his crazy ideas were worth sharing, or if they only appealed to him. I've been there. Sometimes, though, a letter comes out of the blue, and you have to sit back and go "huh." Somebody tells you that they really appreciate the same things you do. Somebody tells you that you helped them realize they weren't, in fact, insane (though I'm probably not the best yardstick against which to measure). I get curious about people, sometimes, and visit their DA pages. Often as not, I will find something utterly and totally publicly acceptable. Nothing to raise an eyebrow in the favorites. Maybe they don't even watch me (not that I can blame them, with the glacial pace I crank out art). Nothing to indicate that, behind their strait-laced exterior beats the heart of a deranged sexual deviant (and I mean that in a good way). But they reached out to me, to say what their public persona did not dare.
So you artists of weirdness and insanity, maybe you don't know who loves you. Maybe you never will. But if you put your heart and your passion into your work, I am pretty sure that it has touched somebody out there—maybe somebody who has not yet worked up the courage to put up their hand and say "me too." Have faith, and keep it weird, baby.