Is Anyone Comfortable?

Is comfort a form of complacency? If I become comfortable with my life, does that mean I am not working hard enough?

PERSONAL

Kate Lacivita

12/9/20222 min read

As the days draw closer to me starting my masters degree, I can’t help but wonder: ’am I doing everything I can to be successful in the field I want to jump into?’

What are the things I do not know? Am I reading the right books, articles and newspapers? Am I listening to the right podcasts, videos and masterclasses? What is it that I really want to do with museum work, historical research and interpretation? Do I even know what these things are?

As time ticks on and on I feel the excitement burn brighter with the passing days. My job I currently have I hold dear to me. But why? It is in restaurant work but it is nothing that I want to do long term. Is it the comfort in knowing how to do the job? The stability? The people? I believe all these things play a huge factor. It’s the people around me that have guided me along in this journey as the leader that I am. But who wants to be comfortable their whole life? What joy does one find in the mundane and constant? Is the thrill of the unknown not enough to jumpstart someone into the abyss of learning all there is to know?


I love history for the simplicity of it. State the facts as absolute truth and continue onward. But, is that really the case? Is history not always changing, morphing into this or that new discovery and idea? Where does art play its role in the world? Visual, performance and the like. All the time there are new developments, new discoveries, being told in this article and the next of something changing in the historical narrative that is supposedly unchanging.


I love history for the complexity of it. I am someone who does not like being told they cannot do something, cannot change something. I want to challenge these ideas. I want to critique them, play with them and bend them into other things entirely.


My new challenge is, how do I accomplish that? I have been interested in the work of art critics lately. How to speak your mind about whatever it is you see, the good and the bad. I recently listened to a podcast where Jerry Saltz (a famous art critic) explained how we need more critics in the filed. In this he described that everyone wants to be loved and no one wants to be seen as bad, so they say ”everything is good”. But, is it? Why does the fear of being hated steer people away from their voice, their opinion. Is that not what we own as ourselves, our thoughts and feelings. It resonated with me, his personable attitude and thoughts on criticism. I think I will explore it more.


Just the random thoughts and rambles that have been swirling through my head these past few months. No prior edit. Just my feelings and then eposted. Boom bam.

Allison Schulnik. Sailor, 2012. 2012. Oil on linen. SCAD Museum of Art.