“It would be dumb to repeat a mistake that wasn’t successful,” says the world renowned visual artist Derval Fairweather of the Black Militant Movement of the ’70s and ’80s. “[But]we know the artists are the ones who can really turn this thing around.”
I was talking to a good friend of mine, Tamara Leacock (great fashion designer and artist/goddess/comrade) about drug problems and art. Got me thinking…Can someone or should someone be free to promote their drug experience as positive for the sake of their art?
[on slowly discovering my abilities and talents]…It wasn’t until later that I realized that I could talk on and on for hours…and not get tired. Me, who had never traveled out of the United States and hadn’t had that many unique experiences, had never even had sex…but I had phone buddies who would tell me of conspiracies against the black man and in fact every american…and I would tell them about me….All about me…I didn’t understand it then…
I myself am still struggling to understand what art does to me when I view it, hear it, see it, read it. It’s easier to understand what music as an art form does. It literally moves my body, or drives me to tears. Visual art…different. I get stuck in analyzation. I’m pretty sure that’s not what the artist intended…
To tell a story means to connect with someone by saying “Look, here’s my life, or a piece of it. Won’t you find yourself in it?” It’s really a gift to share and receive someone’s story.
To be an ARTIST! We must get rid of this idea that to be an artist means that you’ve become a cancer to society or that you’ve given up on being normal! And if so, maybe that’s GOOD! They have industrialized art. You’re only valid if you’re a child drawing a misinterpreted picture that goes on a fridge, or one who has drawn a black dot on a white piece of paper and no one understands that either, yet you are in Moma…or is it that I believe fame validates artists?
Does being an artist mean I filter everything through myself? Yes.
But it doesn’t mean that I’ve decided to be broke, defeated, or an outcast.
I decide to channel my Divine Life Purpose through the creative means of writing, blogging, singing, acting, performing, modeling, and talk show hosting, vlogging, concepts, ideas, etc.
In honor of this and all the artists out there, I want to publish 30 musings over the next 30 days about what it means to me, and other amazing artists who will be submitting over the month of November.
Stay tuned for this.
My Dad once asked me if I had any homework. I said “no.” He said, “Well, create some!” So, I’m doing it.
LIKE THIS PAGE: http://www.facebook.com/helesetheartist
And you can visit me on Tumblr at helesetalks. It’ll all be posted there anyway.
It’s weird to self plug, as an artist…but as a creative who must learn to earn…
Such is life.
This is so well written and concise, and I would have written it had she not…so I’m very happy to present you with this article about a “pretty picture” and it’s ugly truth: