It has always been of interest to me how the media (television & movies) portray what encapsulates the life of an artist, in any medium. Now, it has been reduced down to all tropes and often one of two types of narratives.
A musician in some prestigious venue pressing forehead against wall in a dressing room as the crowd roars their name. And then the story slingshots back to them as a child starting out and you watch how they came to that moment. The movie ends back again in the present with them opening the dressing room door.
Or, someone who is slightly different from everyone else, children on a playground playing in a scrum while one little boy is off by himself doodling or taking notes. You then see this outsider stick to his guns and in the end gets the girl, gets some acceptance from society in general and walks by shop window with their book prominently displayed or perhaps walks down vast stone steps of a museum the camera pulling back to show a banner with their name on it.
An artist’s life is always portrayed in this manner as you would loose the audience if it was largely them standing in front of an easel or sitting at a desk doing their thing hours on end in solitude, which is far closer to the reality but lacking in outward drama.
Some of my friends have children now of age where they have to start seriously thinking of what they want to do, if not when they grow up, then at least to focus on for uni.
“Maybe tell them a little bit about what the life of an artist is like?”
It sounds corny but it is a calling. There is no “making it” as is conceived in the minds of anyone who has ever watched a bio pic. You feel good and you are working, you are feeling sick or sad or stressed you are still working. The money and exposure of one’s work may increase but the “win” is in the serving of the process which you have been doing already anyways.
Phillip Guston once said that with every painting he created, at the start of it everyone he knew was there in the studio with him and as he worked on it, all these phantoms dropped away. My experience is, as I paint everything drops away except the act of painting. I finish work for the day or i complete a piece and there is that familiar joy, then slowly regular life reasserts itself, the pinch of salt to the sweetness. Then next day I chase that away by getting back to it. That’s how it is in some manner for all artists.
I got locked into a groove and was able to get three paintings done. Each was a different size and paper. For the largest, I tried something different eschewing my normal volume and mass effect for the skin. This was not an arbitrary decision, it is how I saw the piece in my head beforehand. I like the difference in the piece from my others.
The new issue of Furious Pure Magazine #8 has a nice overview of my work along with a diverse and talented group of other artists.
https://www.furious-pure-magazine.com
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