A creative artist's silent cry

Just like everyone else, I work hard and when I work hard, I don't expect occasional pats on the on the back for a job well done - no, I believe I am capable of giving myself most if not ALL of the ego boosting that is necessary. 

I must say, I never did realise why artists made a huge fuss about their paintings landing in the wrong hands and believe me when I say it has got nothing to do with self acclamation or a need for approval. 

When you are an artist, you are basically building a portfolio, something you can showcase to the world and call your own. I mean, why not? Those sleepless nights ought to count for something!

Seeing people acknowledge your work gives you that warm fuzzy feeling deep inside - you do not even have to stand up and boldly proclaim that that piece of magic is your creation.

I guess that is why everyone has to put their name down on every single masterpiece - your name is your brand, your name completes your art, it is the last piece of the puzzle and somehow puts everything into place. When someone else puts their name where by right your fingerprints should go, you feel you have been stripped off a part of your pride, dignity and mind - things money can never buy.

Perhaps that is why I tend to be hesitant to do my work and somehow have somebody else's name endowed on some of my best! It tears me apart really, I will always give it my best shot and it is all wasted if a part of my legacy is under someone else' name.

If you are a writer, designer, painter, photographer; I am sure you will not deem me completely insane; in fact, it makes sense that you join me in this silent cry.