“Anyways, since the performance is free and the expected number of audience is not much, I don’t think having a great poster will have any impact on the overall attendance.”
“At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter whether the poster or the programme sheet is well done or not. The performance itself matters most. Moreover, the audience will probably not remember anything about the poster, not to say the programme sheet.”
Honest feedback hurts sometimes, a lot.
It was when I saw the publicity published for a NUS Chinese Dance performance years ago that I decided that I should do all I can to help. I really cannot stand seeing a performance to be accompanied by mediocre publicity. Especially when I myself is in the production. And ever since, I’ve been volunteering or forcing myself upon the executive committee that I do the publicity work.
Until I can assure myself that there is someone good enough to take over me.
One can say that it’s also a good source of ego booster for myself. Not everyone has the chance to be in charge of publicity for a performance in a hall with thousand plus seats. It feels really good when one sees one’s creation being mass printed. And it gets even better when peers and the audience give positive feedback.
So I worked myself really hard, perfecting each and every pixel.
Being a perfectionist is my forte, but upon serious reflections, it has its failing. I spend too much time and effort unknowingly each time, regardless the relative significance of each performance. Then other parts of my life start to suffer from my imbalanced attention. Things seem even worse when foreign letters start popping up in my grades.
Now when I suddenly realize the (un)importance of my work, and when I can’t help but agree with my friends to a certain degree, probably it’s high time that I take a break and concentrate on other stuffs that matters to me…
Tired. Burnt. Discouraged.