Saturday, December 12, 2009
My name is Cat, Copycat
I found myself in Camden market today. I guess I should say 'again', cause this was my third time in there. And I still found some new parts of the market I haven't seen before. It really is one of my favourite places in London. I love all the creative products and the lively atmosphere. I love just to wander around looking at things and getting new ideas. Every time I see things I love, and things I would prefer done some other way.
And on the other hand, going to Camden makes me feel very usual. Every time I find out that somebody else somewhere else has thought the same way I did and got the same idea. Every time I find jewelry I've already done or have been planning to do, created by someone else. It makes me a bit sad. There sure is a place for all of us and our jewelry in this big big world (even though I don't feel like a big big girl...oh, nobody gets the joke cause you don't remember that Swedish hit I used to listen to as a 12-year-old. Blah.) but it still sucks to find out you're not that unique you thought you were. And cause I hate to be a copycat, finding out that some of the ideas I created in my own little head have also been born in somebody else's head makes me feel uncomfortable. I'm always afraid they'll think I'm copying them even though I'm not. And still I know that ideas are free and anyone can use and modify them. You can't say to others that this idea is mine, you can't do the same. I don't even want to. Maybe I just have to stop comparing myself and my work to others, but how is it possible in this world? And if you don't see works of the others, where the hell can you get material for building your new ideas?
I wanna be extraordinary. I just wanna be me, and feel like a personality, not like one of many. Maybe the only way to do that is to stop caring what others do, and stop analyzing that much. Nothing is really unique, so if I'm gonna make a problem about that, I can't do anything anymore. So let's be happy and make earrings of lego bricks and buttons as hundreds of others before us.