So, a couple of recent private messages and a public post about some negative, sadly small egos interspersed throughout the Tumblr Photographer Community (TPC) causing anguish, at times maliciously, have set me to thinking.
Yes, very dangerous, me thinking, no?
Anyway, some fellow TPCers shared they are disheartened by all of this; I think this is true of most all of us. I fully understand and, as I am sure many of us do, when I ponder all the negativity, wonder “Why?”
However, I stop myself from falling into that voracious, bottomless vortex of wondering, which invariably becomes a voracious, bottomless vortex of anguish. Trust me, it is a short transition from latching on to such dark, and really, unanswerable thoughts and lapsing into depression, because eventually everything around me seems so, well, equally fucked up. (Yes, I cussed. Surprised?)
As I told someone just now in a private message, I rarely am affected by all the bullying and posturing, rarely know about it or see it, because I choose to focus on TPC artists with beautiful, generous, rich souls. This does not mean I pretend to see only the light or that I am not saddened by it all. If, as happened recently, such torment is brought to light and affects fellow TPCers, whether I know them or not, I will do what I can to stop it, or at least bring it to light. However, I choose to focus on the cornucopian gifts my steadies and the great majority of TPCers share on Tumblr. I am overwhelmed when I think of the great work and bountiful, ongoing support I constantly encounter in this crazy TPC Tumblrverse.
So, bottom line, I choose to see and magnify the light that is our TPC, so plentiful and radiant. And fucking generous. (Oops. Well, not really.)
I am grateful for the TPC that graciously lets me tap its gloriously resplendent sources.
Grateful for all y’all, my steadies, who rock, and all TPCers.
Keep kicking ass.
It is a constant struggle to not give in the forces that demand dumbing down and homogenization. It takes enormous vigilance to not succumb to it’s tyranny, to honor your own trajectory, no matter how modest it may seem in the eyes of the world. There is simply no substitute for the developmental arc, no matter what you engage in, making art or being a shoemaker.