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july 2014. ♡ ♥ ♡
only i can light my fire. and only you can fan my flame. and maybe…stir up a little desire and play a little game
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practice sketches. Week 3. ♡ ♥ ♡
“You can go on fighting with this darkness your whole life and you will not succeed, but just a small candle is enough to dispel it. You have to work for the light because it is positive, existential; it exists … Continue reading
Im back… things havent been well lately and i only have my own art as comfort. I learned to sketch using charcoal and graphite when it was too much for me to bring my pastel around…. its been a week … Continue reading
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Dream of me
im on my 8th week. and i have finally started on canvas… just as well…. somebody really special and close to my heart has convinced me to take it to another level….. i was so scared that i wouldnt be … Continue reading
you tak me to places i’ve never been
you make me feel like a movie queen
from a movie in a silver screen
that i feel, breathe and live in.
you let me fly
high up in the sky
with just one look in the eye
in a moment of ecstacy, i could die.
and to straight to heaven
with a smile that i am wearing
as i slip into the clouds…
my heart is beting so loud
you dont know how you make me feel
i never thougt these feelings could ever be real…
February 21, 2012 by Amy Sundberg
What does it mean to be an artist?
I’ve been asking myself this question, in various forms, for most of my life. It’s a question that bears repetition because there are so many possible answers, and my own personal answer sometimes changes. When I first began creating, the question wasn’t clearly formulated and the answer was simple: Joy! As I grew older and awareness of economic realities intruded, the questions became How can I be an artist? and Should I even try?
For a year or two, I chose not to be an artist. Oh, I still dabbled in this and that, but I wasn’t wholly or even halfheartedly invested. It was a dark and boring time.
When I recommitted myself, I felt such a deep sense of relief. I was spending my time the way I was supposed to again. I was focusing on what was important again.
Perhaps that relief, that sense of purpose, is part of what it means to be an artist.
We can judge our artistic success on so many levels:
1. Financial: how much money we make, can we make a living as an artist
2. Recognition/acclaim: receiving opportunities, reviews, awards
3. Size of audience: how many people experience what we are doing
4. Growth as an artist: how we are improving and/or taking risks as an artist
5. Producing a piece or performance that works the way we wished it to
But perhaps being an artist doesn’t have so much to do with traditional success. Some of the most lauded artists labored in obscurity in their lifetimes. Many famous writers self published their own work. Vincent Van Gogh, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, Jan Vermeer, Franz Schubert, Henry David Thoreau.
If money and fame are of less importance, then what does it mean to be an artist? It means we create. It means we dream. It means we explore the fundamental question of what it means to be human: what it means to be conscious, what it means to experience emotions because of a painting or a symphony or a poem or a novel, what it means to have the capability for empathy. The exploration is inherently of value, regardless of the outcomes.
Stephen King said, “Life isn’t a support system for art. It’s the other way around.” Art supports life; it creates meaning, some semblance of order created from the complications of existence. It takes us outside of ourselves and pushes us more deeply inside of ourselves. It raises as many questions as it provides answers.
Being an artist, then, is about more than a job or a career. Being an artist becomes a state of mind.
And the seven-year-old me was right after all. What else does it mean to be an artist? Joy!
A question that makes you think is worth asking… Continue reading