Gorgias |
I’m Tom Gorgias, or so I call myself. My friends call me something else, clearly, because damn Gorgias is hard to not pronounce as ‘gorgeous’ and my guy friends are all kinda like uncomfortable with saying that to other guys so there. I’m tom.gorgias@gmail.com. |
Trying to explain to your mother what you do is hard. So don’t. Or give it your best shot, but only your best. Every failed attempt will make you seem more of a dilettante living on her dime. Nothing you say will make sense unless she has done exactly what you are doing now. So you design furniture that is meant to be seen, not sat on or at? Right. You make music that tries to combine Pere Ubu with Bach, but in a noisy way without losing the poppy melodies? Right. Sure. You calculate financial risks regarding a flu pandemic for big companies that are worried? Uh-huh. Yeah.
The rule for explaining yourself to anyone is the same as the rule for explaining yourself to your mother. You make music. You think about financial risks. You build nice furniture. That’s what matters. As for your mother, the situation is immensely simpler. All she really needs to know is whether you’re enjoying what you’re doing. And this is what matters most: are you?
