I like to create things, things with paper, fabric, words… I, like so many, live with a critic on my shoulder who is quite difficult to ignore. A friend gave me this poem and it hit the nail on the head.
What I Want to Say — Pat Schneider
Well, I was playing, see,
in the shadow of the tabernacle.
I was decorating mud pies
with little brown balls
I found scattered on the ground
like nuts, or berries.
Until some big boy came walking by
and laughed. Hey,
don’t you know you’re puttin’ goat doo
on your mud pies? I bet
you’re gonna eat ’em, too!
That day I made a major error
in my creative life.
What I want to say is this:
I liked those little balls
on my mud pies. I was a sculptor,
an artist, an architect. I was making pure design in space and time.
But I quit
because a critic came along
and called it shit.