A little rant on being a disabled artist.
I canât work, I canât do it physically due to my disabilities and the mental strain would send me into burnout if I could. So creating art is how I pass the time, and I want to do it for a living. Except I wonât be able to make a living from it because I canât work on my art as much as I want. I love making art, I love writing, I love drawing, I love making but sometimes it feels like itâs the only thing Iâm worth for. That if I stop creating or I slow down that Iâm a burden.
Because thatâs what weâre taught, if weâre not productive then weâre worthless.
I have tried to break from this way of thinking, and I have mostly, but itâs how weâre wired so I canât help but fall back into it.
Right now I am unable to create art at the rate I want to due to chronic illness. Itâs taken me years to write a book (albeit itâs my first and Iâm 19) that I wanted to have finished by now yet I have so far to go. I keep feeling like my art isnât good enough, that I wonât be able to do the things I want to, that time is running out. Life isnât exactly proving my thoughts otherwise either.
I admit, in the past year I have rapidly improved my art due to unwavering determination. Yet itâs hard to feel like itâs enough. I know Iâm young, and I will get this experience to create something so amazing that my current self couldnât imagine doing. For now though, I feel like Iâm just lazy, that I could be doing something amazing but I just donât have the energy or the experience.
I love to imagine a future where I have both, where I get to do everything I want to with my career but my mind moves faster than my ever slowing body. I may never get to do everything I want purely because I donât have the energy. Itâs terrifying.
Iâm afraid that I wonât be able to hold a pen by the time Iâm 30. I know realistically I will but disabilities keep piling on. Right now my baseline has lowered again and I canât do the things I want as much. Itâs not just art, itâs going to the cinema, starting uni, walking my dog.
Why is it every time Iâm doing better, something has to come along and ruin it? Why is it that I canât create the art I want to because my hands wonât stop shaking? Because I canât sit up for too long, because my mind is failing just as much as my body.
Then thereâs those that claim they have no talent, that steal and under pay artists and use AI.
I want to create! I want to share how I see the world, and the only thing stopping me is my own. Fucking. Body.