I feel that I’ve thought this exact phrase so many times. It’s very relatable. I would always think “Whats the point of making art that has no where to GO?”
I want to offer my experience. I felt the same way (and may feel it again soon!!) and I had many well-meaning and heartfelt words from friends over the years saying “Just make it for yourself.” or “It doesn’t matter if no one likes it.” Which, I dunno, if those kinds of affirmations work for somebody I’m jealous 'cause they don’t do nothing for me. Waves hitting a cliff.
I graduated art school in 2015. President of the art club, curated shows every semester, submitted work all over the place, sold so many prints and comics and was Known In My Community. And then… I moved into my grandmother’s basement in an Atlanta suburb. No car, no job, etc. But I tried and tried to make work every day and it got harder and harder. I started waiting tables which I was (and remain) VERY bad at and it crushed my spirit. I got into an abusive relationship, I got an apartment. I didn’t pick up a brush for years and I felt so guilty, so empty about it the entire time.
Eventually I got fired from yet another restaurant and broke up with my ex. And decided I’d give freelance illustration and design a go and hey I lived (meagerly) off that for a couple years. Painted a mural once that was exciting but the bar it was in closed due to COVID. Eventually I moved in with my current partner, got a job in publishing using all my design and typographic interest and got health insurance and a decent office chair. But I was still not really making the work I wanted. I’d manage to produce a couple paintings a year, they are, I’d say, somewhat aesthetically meandering, which is natural. But I wasn’t Being an artist in a way that felt real to me.
And then my friend opened a gallery and wanted me to put on a solo show. I promised him a dozen paintings in six months which should get me in just under the line, I’m in the middle of it right now. But I gotta say it’s brought me all the way back to the old days. I feel excited to work. It’s easy to choose to paint rather than do other things. It’s easy to think about the work and know its direction. And frankly I owe it all to having a deadline! It’s structure and purpose and context, not just blinding making art to feel like you made something. It’s made me think that I care more about the communication of art making rather than the “treasured object” aspect.
So, maybe find a place for you art to go and it’ll feel possible to make. I know that’s fucking difficult, I wont pretend like the chance to have a little show didn’t just fall into my lap. It happened because I maintained a relationship with someone else in the art world. Maybe see about shows seeking contributions? Then you’ll have a theme and a deadline!
I don’t know, it’s just what helped me. I’m dreading falling into a depression the day after it’s over but at least I’ve learned a bit better WHY.
TLDR, making art that’s just going to living in your home with you and not be seen by anyone seems like a tough thing to just get motivated about doing. It helped me to find a place I knew the art was going to go.