the 5 stages of creative grief

because we creatives regularly see our creations “die” at the hands of others, we routinely experience the stages of grief. you might recognize them as kübler-ross’; ours have a tad more flair.

stage 1: you’re freakin’ kidding me! (denial)

this stage goes deeper than denial. it’s more akin to unrelenting disbelief that her* creative brilliance isn’t being recognized.

stage 2: but i am an artiste (anger)

in this stage, the creative digs in and is absolutely intractable about altering one single word or image.

stage 3: bread and butter (bargaining)

during stage 3, the creative collects herself enough to explain, through clenched teeth, her choices and, in a last-ditch effort to save things, offer acceptable alternatives.

stage 4: the misunderstood artist (depression)

having failed to save her creation, the creative mopes about and ponders whether she should create only for herself. hole up in a parisian garret to smoke gauloises and drink espresso. or perhaps be less dramatic and just down the tequila.

stage 5: securing a new patron (acceptance)

in this final stage, the creative realizes there are other clients—clients who appreciate her mastery and sensitive nature and marvel at both.

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* the use of the word “her” throughout should in no way suggest that this is personal.

this post is dedicated to frank roche who inspired it while listening to my bitching and moaning.

[image: paulo brandão]