Monday, August 17, 2009

Deep truths

Saying the "A" word in public

As most of my friends know I am usually not at a loss for words.  I especially enjoy talking to creative people and finding out about what they do.  The place that I often find myself sputtering and turning red is when I'm asked about the "A" word. " Are you an artist?"  There is just something about proclaiming yourself an artist that can leave you feeling like a pretender to the throne.  It seems like such a huge boast.  Often people think of artists as those who draw or paint.  Being a dancer or musician is seen as something separate.  If you are meeting someone new the next questions will be, " Where do you sell?".  Do you have a website?  What about a business card?".  Negatives to any of these questions seem to lower the plausibility of your claims (note: Business cards done on lined paper in crayon don't count. Go figure.).
I know I'm not the only one who finds it difficult to identify themselves as an artist so I thought I'd ask some friends of mine when they first felt comfortable using the term "artist" as part of their identity.  Sari McNamee, a photographer who is internationally recognized, says it was when someone else told her that she was an artist.   For others, they said it was when people started purchasing their work.  
Part of me really rebels against needing outside validation but I do get it.  Art, at its most basic, is a way of communicating and expressing.  It is a language and to have someone hear it and understand is one of our primary goals.  Can you be an artist without selling?  Absolutely.  Whether you are an artist by profession or inclination, I think when we have something to say and our work reflects our message we have the right to use the "A" word without blushing.  
All comments are welcomed.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Creative Procrastination

O.K.  So I have less than a week to prepare for our local International Festival.  It is a three day event and I have a table to sell for two of those days.  I should be in a flurry of production.
In my defence I'll say I've been dyeing table cloths and have hunted down a cost effective source of jewelry display units.  I've been crimping cording, attaching jump rings and just received my business cards.  Reading this I'm almost impressed except for the fact that I don't have near enough stock to sell. Did I mention I bought a receipt book and budget ledger?  
With our 34 celsius plus weather I just have not felt the draw of the clay.  Did I mention that we picked this week to get a new puppy (as opposed to an old one)?
Once again I feel like I'm sitting down with the mandate to produce something unique, brilliant and sure to sell.  Yup. No pressure and no new stock.  I was getting restless and worse, I had the distraction of a new book from the library with some killer cool twining and coiling techniques.
I gave in to the dark side.  I turned my back on my work space and curled up with the book.
Suddenly I was hit with textures and images that started weaving all sorts of artistic possibilities in my brain.  The only problem was that none of this had anything to do with what I would be selling this weekend.  I decided I didn't care. See what happens when you become a rebel?  I spent the evening coiling and plaiting metal wire. It was such an artistic release.
By morning my fingers were sore but I had two almost respectable pieces.  I proudly showed one to my husband.  He looked at the it and said,"  That will look really good when you add some of your polymer clay beads to it, or a piece of black clay behind it to highlight it.  Good work."
I was gobsmacked.  Here I was, thinking I was making a hash of things and by going off on another tangent that interested me, I had my answer.  What can I say?  Follow your muse people.  No matter how fickle, it is rarely a waste of time.