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Kahlil Gibran, I can’t help thinking, meant something more serious, than the self indulgent nonsense of our er, culture, when he said, “Work, is love made visible.”
My bumper sticker: “Art is therapy is art is therapy is art is therapy is art is therapy…..”
We all have a great need to be connected with others, both personally and as artists. Isolation is a great problem for anyone living alone. It goes beyond having someone to talk to, we need to feel that we belong, that we are loved, that we are important. As artists, this is especially so. Lynda Lambert (Pensylvania artist, Professor of Fine Art and Humanities; poet; author) once said: “Our paintings are not whole until they are seen by the viewers; our poems are not complete until a reader speaks them aloud”. We do not paint just for ourselves, we need to share our work with others and get feedback. That is how we stay connected and purposeful. That is what keeps us going.
I don’t care if greed is good or not. Work is better.
Thank you for making it into a “noble depencency ” , we – me and my artist friends- were thinking more on the OCD line , ha-ha-ha! A pleasure to read your newsletters, Robert!!!
I look at my easel time as a necessity for my well being. Kind of like brushing my teeth in the morning, doing my exercises, eating my meals. Painting for me is therapy, no need for a shrink as long as I’m painting. I put in on my schedule and just “do it”! Frederick, Maryland
Far more an obsession with me than a mere dependency. I’ve been preoccupied with a writing project for almost three months (which satisfies another one). I recently blissfully entered my studio and could almost hear this room welcome me, my brushes and easel, “We’ve missed you.” Almost with an accusatory tone? After so long it was still so easy to slip into the familiar rhythm of stretching a canvas, laying out the composition, toning the canvas …. ahhhh. God, this feels good! This studio is a refuge, a bunker where nothing else can enter in. The mind work is so consuming all else is forgotten. Today, paint, and paint ….
I would like to think that when I paint I am being noble. As for a dependency, this is a fact. I wonder if the world sees our endeavors as noble; more importantly, I wonder if we artists see what we do as noble. I can’t say that being a painter necessarily makes me noble in thinking or being. My beliefs come from years of experience and my work isn’t overly noble or say patriotic. Being a painter or artist in general is thought a wonderful way of life, be it only to other artists I suspect. History has shown us artists were miserable, poor, neglected, some completely overlooked. Many were out and out depraved to the general populace while to this day, they remain unsold. This does’t sound noble to me. Nor were these men/women noble in the eyes of their peers I should think. If you were a successful person in life, you would not want to be seen with a poor retched struggling artist. Alas, I feel you got the dependency right, but I fear I don’t struggle with every stroke of my brush to become noble. I leave that to the times when not painting and thinking on world events.
I feel kind of noble when I drive by overpacked shopping mall parking lots on my way to the studio, and know that I will create something today.
Your insights over the past many months have been truly inspiring. I paint with a group here in SLC and I’ve provided them your address, etc. You’re very right. When I don’t get to paint for a couple of days, I get cranky.
After a show comes down a group of us artists like to call it “the after the show let down, blues, my art is crap.” It affects span more than non-production. Thanks for the validation.
Having just returned from a trip where I had no time to work makes it harder to begin again. Today is the day to jump in and return to a productive time — to enjoy my full and enriched life. However, reading today’s letter as well as all the Clickbacks from last Friday was worth the time out for the One Liners at the end. They say that starting the day with a laugh encourages creativity…..these did. Washington, DC
Sometimes when I’m getting too frustrated in the studio, I find it helpful to just leave for a while. I get on with the other things to do in my life and when I return to the studio (usually the next day) I can easily figure out what to do and have more energy to do it! Toronto
This pleasant dependency you describe can be close to addiction. Self control keeps it in moderation. As artists, particularly, who work in our studios alone, we need to constantly watch over ourselves as if we were manager and worker combined in the same person. This reflective, managerial mode can be one of the most rewarding areas of our creative life.
It’s beginning to warp — time that is. Like a racehorse behind the gate, looking forward and not behind. The time warps, the book flips and an elapse of photography is moving quickly through a wormhole. I’ve found my way home – at last – home. No Faust here. Studio arranging anyone?
Time away from the easel allows me to have a deeper connection with this amazing creation…after all aren’t we creating the same painting over and over again — trying always for perfection.
Yes, the world is getting smaller and smaller and a global village, and we have now just put the seven billionth person on it, many of whom have cellphone cameras to show off our riots, kids and paintings. Grrrr.
I’m in art school. The trouble with this school ( I won’t mention which one) is there is too little easel time. It’s all talk talk talk. Could this be why everyone is stressed?
At our local Dulwich Art Gallery (UK) we have at present an exhibition of works by the Group of Seven from Canada. I am really astounded at the wonderful paintings done by this group, particularly by Tom Thompson. He really was a fantastic painter. As well as the finished big paintings there are lots of their pochade sketches, some of which are as good if not better than the studio paintings. A real eye opener and a wonderful show by a group of artists virtually unknown in the UK.”
The longer you go between bouts of work, the more difficult it is to restart your engine.
I think we all go to art school expecting some higher and noble minded ambiance. I too, found art school to be talk, talk, talk. Some of the students shoved music listening devices in their ears, and, the teachers did not seem to mind. Maybe the idea and the discipline of going to art school is what keeps the noble ideal we carry inside, alive. At least, that is what I found it must be, for me.
Recently, in a long-distance conversation with my daughter, she asked if I was OK. She had detected something in my voice that I had only been minimally aware of…that I sounded just a bit depressed. Looking back on the week I realized that I had let life get in the way of my prescious studio time…again!
For me, there seems to be a vital tension between working in private and sharing with a public–especially through social media, where I feel stimulated not only by response to my own work, but also by other artists’ examples. I recently painted a young pianist for whom a momentary surprise (in this case, a friendly face or two in the adjoining room, through a window) will most likely add to the brio once she resumes playing. The work was done during a pause in the use of social media. Motz, Savoie, France
With the aproach of blindness due to macular degeneration, I dont know how long I will keep my sanity when I can no longer go to my studio and paint. Along with losing my independence and having to give up driving soon, how does one get through this?????
Good luck. That is really tough. Monet’s palette changed as his eyes aged…I see aging in my “style” and change to accommodate it, with some regret. My lines are shakier, my color is less precise, I have changed to water based media, more collage, etc. Approaching blindness, however, is so tough. Maybe working in small amounts of plasticine will transmute/sublimate the skill of looking to touching? I always thought that drawing was a symbolic means of touching anyway. A friend may appear to help you with this. Good luck on your continuing to work in another medium.
You know, I think you’re right!! I know that when I pretend that I’m really a lawyer and not an artist my health goes to hell in a hand-basket. It improves when I’m back working with glass in front of a flame or (my new passion) painting in front of an easel.
Sunken Treasure acrylic painting, 14 x 15 inches by Teresa Young, Canada |
Love the brushwork!