In the journey from artist to craftsman, I’ve found myself now feeling like a commodity. Once upon a time, I was a painter and a sculptor, dreaming of being an artist and filmmaker, creating out of passion. My work was a reflection of me, unique and precious. But as I ventured into the professional realm of art, design, and media, I started to lose my individuality. The magic of creation gave way to the mundanity of business.
Over time, my talents and skills have often been directed and constrained, my unique voice drowned in a sea of others’ visions. Although this path has been rewarding in many ways, I can’t help but feel a sense of disillusionment. A once liberating experience has turned into a process where my creative input is undervalued, sometimes even ignored.
There was a moment that stuck with me when a coworker said, “everyone’s a marketer.” In the same way, everyone nowadays seems to be a photographer, a filmmaker, an influencer. We’re all part of the vast landscape of creativity, yet I can’t help but wonder where the individuality has gone. Where does one’s unique voice fit into this cacophony of sameness?
This isn’t a point I’m making; it’s a question I’m posing, a reflection on the journey from artist to craftsman to a cog in the creative industry’s wheel. Where do we draw the line between profession and passion, between commodity and creativity?
*This post was co-created with the assistance of ChatGPT, an AI language model developed by OpenAI, and MidJourney AI, a generative AI tool that enhances the process of content creation.