I’ve wondered lately, what is it really that bothers me about fantasy art fans and why do I care so much? I’m not talking about the average fan. I’m talking about the hard core fans. You know the ones who dress up in bad costumes and speak in even worse British accents. I wonder as a side thought, do the British fantasy fans run around using bad American accents? So why is it when I am around or even see one of these people, I feel embarrassed? Isn’t it the same as a football fan who wears the jersey of his favorite football player? The football fan isn’t a pro player as the fantasy art fan isn’t an elf. But for some reason one is normal and accepted and the other is embarrassing and ridiculed.
As I have pondered this I’ve wondered if it all goes back to how I have developed emotionally. Carefully building up my emotional confidences based around social architectural plans. Drawn up and built first in school then onto adult life. Plus I think it has to do with me secretly wanting to do it as a kid but not having the means to do so and thus hiding the pain of this with ridicule and mockery. Are not those who do these things the brave ones, despite going against the carefully developed social architectural plans? Am I not therefore the coward for secretly looking down on them? And is it not this devotion and loyalty that I seek as an artist in the core fans of my art? I think it is high time I take a hard look at myself and stop judging people based upon whatever they choose to devote themselves to. And instead admire the dedication, loyalty and the imagination of these individuals.
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