My gilded and cracked experience of becoming a web3 artist. The second of three pieces comprising the Genesis Collection from ChrisCoCreated.

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I feel vulnerable.

I'm here saying I want to be a web3 artist.

My sleep has gone to shit. I'm adrenal every night - making, in discords, thinking, checking all channels in case anyone cares about what I'm doing. It's the last thing I do at night, first thing in I do in the morning.

Underneath it all I'm hoping to be validated, that my lifetime of ‘new and different’, and doing things because they feel right, might actually come properly good, that I might be more significant. There I said it, I want to be significant.

Don't get me wrong I'm grateful as hell to be where I am, to have what I have. I'm in the lucky of the lucky, I'm good already. But it's not enough.

I still need validating.

I feel sick at the idea of putting this up; and I will put it out. And all the time it's out I'll fear that i won't sell, and no one will care.
It will sit there in my wallet, an arrogant edition that shows I haven't been understood. That my way of being in the world doesn't work for other people. Not truly not properly. Another thing I've done that hasn't reached its potential.

I feel nauseous, like I'm under attack, when instead I'm safe in my nice home, with my family that will still love me whatever happens with this.

I want you to look after my feelings, to make me feel significant, successful, powerful; but that is not an ask I can make, you don't owe me anything. It's on me to make something of value.

I'm going to make work about being open in web3, so this is what I need to share.

Here it is, my first paid for collection.

Chris