The perception of what is and what others think are two completely aspects of reality. In A Hunger Artist by Franz Kafka, the author introduces a character known only to the reader as the Hunger Artist. As the fastest professional, the Hunger Artist's intentions and the legitimacy of his work are never truly understood by the audience; not even after his death. Through the use of a depressed mood, a contrasting environment, and an isolationist motif, the author conveys that the person we think we are and the person others think we are will never be perceived as the same individual. the Artist's perspective and opinions about himself. According to critics such as Jim Breslin, the Hunger artist's depressive attitude is partly caused by his inability to progress further in his art. Breslin connects this sense with that of a writer: "Kafka equates the suffering of hunger with the suffering a writer faces in creating a story" (Breslin). However, while this sense of effort to overcome one's artistic limitations is evident, the story goes beyond even this. After realizing that there was no way to fully legitimize his art, the hunger artist's dissatisfaction “kept gnawing at him continually” (Kafka 8). The artist's dissatisfaction does not merely constitute a resemblance to art; describes an undeniable truth of all humanity: that we are our own worst critics. Individuals are constantly told to go further when they have reached limits acceptable to the public. However, other critics, such as Zahra Karimi, believe that dissatisfaction and suffering are the hunger artist's art itself rather than the effect of his profession. Karimi states, “misunderstandings…middle of paper…we could invent, for the hunger artist was not deceitful – he was working honestly – but the world was robbing him of his reward” (Kafka 7). It didn't matter how far he had come, how much he had suffered, how others had seen him before. He was forgotten, and the mere shadow of what he left behind was all, but it razed creativity to the ground: leaving everything he had ever experienced, he was isolated until his end. Through the depiction of the Hunger Artist connected to written works, writers, and art itself, the author conveys a truth that creates one of the greatest ironies in existence: the person we are and the person who is never the same . It's an understanding that not even languages ​​can get around. It is all the more ironic that this essay does not entirely correspond to Kafka's message, but whether this is so or not, we will never really be able to say..