Archives For Confidence

Jim Allman, co-founder of Memphis arts community Continuum, joins us again this week for part II of How I’m Damned & What I’m Doing About It.

If you missed part I, it’s right here.

Let me lie down in peace and let me rise up again in peace. – Krias Shema

A Second Look

There are many who experience an identity that doesn’t easily reconcile and often appears at odds with itself. Take for instance the protagonist in Chaim Potok’s “My Name is Asher Lev”. An artist in an orthodox Jewish home overseen by a zealous, over bearing and un-approving father, Asher is also the pupil of an atheist painter. A damned identity, if I’ve ever seen one. Continue Reading…

This week we’re joined by Continuum co-founder Jim Allman. I’ve had many mind-bending conversations with the man and I’m excited he agreed to share something on our pokey blog.

Now, pay attention to Jim or I’ll block your IP address so you can’t complain about my low opinion of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

…my identity, which I am damned with. – Nick Hornby, sculptor

The Trouble with Identity

“My name is Asher Lev, the Asher Lev, about whom you have read…” So begins the book by Chaim Potok, a book of self-identity, credulity and personal and communal tragedy in the face of family and tradition. Asher is a boy damned by his identity, a Jew from an aristocratic Hasid family, but also an artist. Asher represents two traditions embroiled in conflict—each rejecting the other. Continue Reading…

I have recently been introduced to the world of self promotion, and we’ve gotten off to a shaky start. It’s definitely something to get used to, unless you’re just a super confident person, which let’s be honest, most people in the arts are not. I’ve learned a few things through my whining and complaining about how I now have to be a self promoter; so here are 3 common excuses and reasons why you should push past them: Continue Reading…

Ever worked a job where the only joy you get out of it is knowing that the day has to end at some point? I’m there now. Do you have any idea how miserable it is being 30 years old and stuck at a job you hate?

I’m sure there are worse things and that I should be grateful to even have a job in this economy, but from 7:15am to 4:00pm I am in my own personal hell. At what point do we say enough is enough? Continue Reading…