When people find out that I’m an artist, they often hit me with the question, “What kind of art do you do?” And as often as that has been asked, I always found myself a bit unprepared. I tried various answers, some based in levity, others I tried to flavor with academic seriousness, but it always felt a bit like putting on two shoes of different sizes, neither of which is suited to my feet…and then trying to jog.
The realization has come to me that I didn’t know what to say, because I didn’t actually know the answer. So, after much contemplation, meditation, mutation and perspiration, I have come to the following conclusion:
When asked “What kind of art do you do?” – I will now answer, “Yes.”
Because that is true.
Art, to me, is not an end-product, it is not a tangible, actual, thing. Nor is it a skill set, trained and ingrained in the minds of the Uninspired, only to be regurgitated as a Pavlovian response to an empty desire for Cha-Ching. Cha-Ching is, of course, not, in and of itself, necessarily a bad thing. However one must be mindful of motivations.
Art cannot be taught, for if it can, then this is Craft.
Art is a zone, a state of mind, a Quadrant Of Reality that everyone can visit and live in, happily. It is not easy to reach, the road is long and sometimes so frustrating that one must pull over, find a nice spot, and have a splendid little picnic until they are ready to resume the quest.
Ah…but once arrived, the clarity is grand.
It is Your View.