I’ve always believed that talent, artistic or not, is learned and not randomly granted to some and not others. To me it’s both an intrinsic and constantly honed trait that is often neglected, especially when the specific talent has to do with art.
There comes a point where artists believe the end result almost seems impossible, yet in your mind’s eye it’s easy to envision the final piece as an accomplishment and not a grueling journey to your destination.
To me, art in it of itself can be extremely daunting. When you connect pencil to paper, swirling your hand in motion you almost have to let your imagination completely take over. When the critic in you takes over nitpicking various aspects of your work it becomes difficult to ignore those thoughts. In this phase you’re more inclined to fix things that might have been perfectly in tune to your artwork.
There’s nothing more distracting than you distracting yourself. When it’s another person, hovering over your shoulder, pointing out things that appear to be out of place, you simply ignore them. When it’s you, the artist, stopping midway, wondering why you chose to draw a straight line instead of a squiggly one, it’s amazing that artwork is often completed.
It’s evident that artists draw from their personal self, that artwork is in a sense a personal reflection, but when the artwork fails, then do you as the artist fail as well? The artist and their artwork are inseparable.
I’ve had various art pieces, be they drawing or sculpture, on display in art shows and galleries and witnessed either two things from the person looking at the piece. They either offer constructive criticism, which can be a good and a bad thing, simply “don’t get it” or bad mouth the work.
Yes, artwork is subjective but to drag the artwork through the mud can be taken as a personal attack on the artist. After all, it’s the artists’ sweat, blood and tears present in that vase you’re looking at or that dragon sculpture hanging from piano wire.
There was a process involved wherein the artist directs their focus and energy on their artwork and there’s not an artist on this planet that doesn’t want feedback when the artwork is completed. In fact one could say that an artist does what he or she commits themselves to because they love their craft, enjoy the journey from sketch to completion and when all is said and done, they want their artwork to communicate to others.
In my personal experience, art has been both challenging in the sense that you worry whether or not your artwork will communicate and look appeasing and on top of that if how you envisioned it initially will convey itself successfully in whatever medium you’ve chosen to use. Yet, in the end, whether you know it or not, it always seems to work itself out so long as you stick with it and choose not to abandon it, even if you’d rather believe the critic in you.

Well.. I will tell you this.. I’ve always been proud to show any peice of artwork you have done.. I’m glad your my brother for many reasons, but one out of the many is the imagination that have.. Growing up, doing puppet shows.. Magic shows.. Stupid little patio productions involving music.. swords (that were paper towel rolls), and rehearsed action scenes.. Looking back on it now, I miss the ignorance.. :)
Oh well.. I can always remember dad saying “Before you know it, you’ll both be grown up, living miles away from each other.. Enjoy it while you have it, cause you won’t have it very long.”
He was right.. :)
Remember making things out of Play-do at the breakfast table? Chasing each other through grandma’s art studio? Putting on musicals and plays for the family at every gathering? We all have art in our souls, and that will never disappear. We grow up and life happens, we get busy, but you continue to produce art with every fiber of your being in all the mundane things you do. Have patience. I love and miss you!
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if ur r interested in art u must put some of ur’s.
u can see mine .if u wish to.
A very good write up on the subject. This applies not only to visual art but to music as well. When I’m writing songs with my guitar I sometimes I wonder if I’m trying to please others firstly, or express myself truely. For me, as an amature, it ends up towards expression, though I don’t find anything wrong with trying to please others. Thats not exactly the worst you can do in this world, eh?
BTW: I see your in 9rules. Congrats.
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I art applies to almost everything in life whether you’re an engineer, athelete, doctor or any other profession of choice. Art is what expands the boundries. And no matter what you’re learned displine or self-taught, it gives a meaning of depth, it stretches the synapsis whether you are cognitively aware or aren’t aware. And as your write up says, it needs to be honed. And the challenge is in seeing it to the end. I also think sometimes think depending on your pathologic way of thinking be it linear or non-linear it poses different ways of accomplishing what you are after. Art, like wine is very subjective. I think it depends on what you are looking to “feel” at that point in time. Some people like tangible, mechanical feeling and others like vibrant or calm. I can’t say enough of the positive effects of art and culture on community.
Ignore the bad spelling in that last blog….not enough Starbucks in my system yet!
“…fix things that might have been perfectly in tune…” is exactly the problem most people have, when to stop. There is an old story that goes like this: A parent it looking at the artwork of a third grade class and is stunned by the beauty of it and asks the teacher, “How did you teach them to draw and paint like this?” The teacher replies, “I didn’t, I just know when to take the paper away.”
But that is the paradox, I am not sure that anything I have done is ever really done, there is always something more that can be done.
james: Precisely, but there have been times when I’ve muddied a project because of my tinkering with it.