I imagine it’s good to be confident. I don’t usually give it much thought, especially when traveling. One just has to get a move on, do things, go places, pack and unpack, write, study, and meet people. But I was struck that my selfy picture looks confident, at least to me.
It seems almost to be a distraction, placing value on being fearless and bold and not taking any crap. What would life be if any of us had it so easy? We are all so interdependent on one another. I can write a story. It might be good, but I need an editor, and test readers to get feedback. I need to improve my first version. Even then, I need to make the next story better. I need to constantly learn, to look for new and fascinating sources of inspiration.
So, I’m traveling and seeing places I’ve never been. Every place has a different aura to it. The way people move and dress and react carries currents of ideas for characters and scenes. No, I don’t need confidence so much as I need to pay attention to the world I’m experiencing. I need to enjoy these new moments in new geographies, on new streets. The slush and the snow came and went this week in Munich. It’s one more detail to notice. I think I’ll be finding much much more snow later in this trip.
I like the clarity, and dare I say the confidence, of these promotions (pictured below) for Alex Katz’s work outside the museum. Perhaps my stories can gain from seeing images with such focus.