I think being an artist definitely means taking risks. All art is a risk.
[continued from yesterday’s post] …And I don’t necessarily understand it now…but I’m beginning to. My knowledge (which is little) is a smorgasbord. I know a little bit about a lot. I have a lot of different interests. I think the most interesting thing about me is my interpretation of all of these events that have occurred in my life.
[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…
Stories have been used since the beginning of time to TEACH! I wonder…what’s my Life’s Lesson?
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?
Since when did art become the thing that would be associated with starving? I guess our souls are poor.