The thing is that very very few people are so good at what they do that they don’t feel like this at some point. Most of the people who do feel they are better than everyone else are simply the arrogant sort who don’t really get quality. They just like themselves too much to imagine the possibility that other people are as good, or better.
So feeling this way is natural, especially for artists who are at all critical of their own work, who are always striving to do better, and who look at past accomplishments with disdain or ambivalence. Being an artist means continually asking “What have I done lately?” Its not resting on laurels. It also means that we may be better than we were before, but we are not as good as we could be or we will be if only we work hard enough.
Built into being an artist is the condition of our own inadequacy. If we could do better, and we will, then of course we also see others doing what we think we should be doing. Few of us are so secure in our righteousness that we don’t also admire what others are doing. Its hard to ignore the brilliance we are surrounded by when our own struggles animate us so intimately. Other artists can make it seem effortless. The muse speaks directly to them while we are left beseeching the gods for a kindness. The terrible irony is that these same artists looking at us can have the very same feelings….
So its not simply an objective comparison of the work itself. Its really only a reflection of our own evolving circumstance and the fragile condition of our confidence. The grass is almost always greener on the other side. Or so we imagine 🙂
Make beauty real!