By Annie Horkan
For several days now, I have been mulling over my life as an artist. I guess it is an amassed reaction to a succession of the latest trials. But if I am very honest, I have been investigating this prodigious direction from the beginning. The offbeat path of an artist is noted for its own particular set of challenges as labeled by the "starving artist." The history of art is riddled with the distressed lives of awesome artists who never sold a single piece of art until after they were dead. In my heart, I presuppose so much of this scenario stemmed from the majority not comprehending the selected path of artists.
The customary reaction even presently of non-artists towards artists is at times conflicted, embracing both a welcome allure blended with measures of sublime distrust. For instance, whenever I meet someone new, and I reciprocate to the common question of what I do with my life as an artist, I consistently get a smile with the remark, "How nice." But then comes the taciturn look that wants to probe my soul, and derive the honest significance of what being an artist is like. There is an immediate gut reaction for me, as the artist, that I am moving to a different drum. There is both reverence and conjecture in those quiet glares. The doubt is quite all right with me seeing that I find myself at times analyzing my own path. But when the apprehension becomes mockery, I take objection. I adored a man whom I sincerely felt had regard for my career as an artist. After we separated, I heeded through the grapevine he had notified friends how I consumed myself all day in the studio finger painting. Artists, for better or worse, are prone to ramble the razor's edge.
The customary reaction even presently of non-artists towards artists is at times conflicted, embracing both a welcome allure blended with measures of sublime distrust. For instance, whenever I meet someone new, and I reciprocate to the common question of what I do with my life as an artist, I consistently get a smile with the remark, "How nice." But then comes the taciturn look that wants to probe my soul, and derive the honest significance of what being an artist is like. There is an immediate gut reaction for me, as the artist, that I am moving to a different drum. There is both reverence and conjecture in those quiet glares. The doubt is quite all right with me seeing that I find myself at times analyzing my own path. But when the apprehension becomes mockery, I take objection. I adored a man whom I sincerely felt had regard for my career as an artist. After we separated, I heeded through the grapevine he had notified friends how I consumed myself all day in the studio finger painting. Artists, for better or worse, are prone to ramble the razor's edge.
One of the issues for artists is the need to also show up as a business individual. Artists are asked to become multi-dimensional, treading both the abstract and the earthly dominions. Their obligation is by no means bound to the art studio. If their work is to find its route into the world outside the studio, they must master the pursuits of business. Every artist longs for being represented by the most well known gallery, or better still, uncovering a Patron for their artwork. But umpteen artists I know, myself noted, vouch for appalling dramas of gallery representation, and the Patron persists in being illusory. For an artist to appear as a business person is beseeching a fully dominant right brained being to cultivate their less prevailing left brain to carry out with a fair degree of professional proficiency in order to survive. Most artists graduate from art school with zip understanding of business. They confront the demands in addition to the studio of putting together portfolios, developing inventory, pricing, framing, promotional materials and determining how to present themselves and their artwork. Currently, artists need a web existence which they must learn how to create or appoint if they can afford it. Then there is the various provision of their site with automated files, posting, shopping carts, newsletters, social media, traffic creation and a mountain of tasks that belong to this other worldly zone of the web. If an artist goes about all these important chores in an effort to move their art, one might ask when it is they by any means obtain the time to produce their artwork. Many artists would select the creation of their artwork instead of their selling and marketing responsibilities, and stake starvation instead. I know this to be true. This is a predicament all artists invariably fac
One of the issues for artists is the need to also show up as a business individual. Artists are asked to become multi-dimensional, treading both the abstract and the earthly dominions. Their obligation is by no means bound to the art studio. If their work is to find its route into the world outside the studio, they must master the pursuits of business. Every artist longs for being represented by the most well known gallery, or better still, uncovering a Patron for their artwork. But umpteen artists I know, myself noted, vouch for appalling dramas of gallery representation, and the Patron persists in being illusory. For an artist to appear as a business person is beseeching a fully dominant right brained being to cultivate their less prevailing left brain to carry out with a fair degree of professional proficiency in order to survive. Most artists graduate from art school with zip understanding of business. They confront the demands in addition to the studio of putting together portfolios, developing inventory, pricing, framing, promotional materials and determining how to present themselves and their artwork. Currently, artists need a web existence which they must learn how to create or appoint if they can afford it. Then there is the various provision of their site with automated files, posting, shopping carts, newsletters, social media, traffic creation and a mountain of tasks that belong to this other worldly zone of the web. If an artist goes about all these important chores in an effort to move their art, one might ask when it is they by any means obtain the time to produce their artwork. Many artists would select the creation of their artwork instead of their selling and marketing responsibilities, and stake starvation instead. I know this to be true. This is a predicament all artists invariably face as they navigate urgent answers if they want to thrive.
The majority of artists press on with a commitment to making their art regardless of all the required insistence for advertising, spreading and selling. They stay the course because there is no turning back once the alchemical life force for rendition has rooted in their souls. An artist's vow to their art is a commitment to their own human growth. All creations of art are a mirror of this unfolding, and the hunger flaming in the artist spirit to witness and perceive beyond the typical. No one creation can ever be an entirety, but only a milestone for where the artist has been on their path. Art is born of inspiration, and the path into inspiration is rare to the artist voyaging there. The alchemy of art is revolutionary, transcendent and beyond logic. It is overseen by a life force connected to the Creator, and searches for the wonder of limitless new perception and expression. It is the formidable undertaking of finding unexposed treasure in a zone where no other has dared to go. It is a place that baffles all knowledge with logic, yet endures like a great ocean brimming with life. It takes grit to trek these uncharted waters, fortitude to embody what is found there. This is the realm of the artist, to which they return over and over again in the course of creation. Their deep hope is the destined, ordinary unfolding of this process. We can count on their return, and thus, any recent work of art encompasses the assurance of even more to come.
It is proven that the most joyous and most dynamic societies in the world are those who cherish, sustain and partake in the arts. This speaks volumes for the human propensity to grow, and the connection of growth to art. I have been told many times that the pursuit of producing art is an extravagance. Some artists might retort that responsible income of a nine to five, a real job, is extravagance. I accept the entire human race is ultimately on a road of individual growth regardless of whether we are cognizant of it or even want it. Maybe artists retain this eager discernment and burning desire, and pick the creative way as the road to get them there. If a community upholds, enjoys and shares in the arts, they endorse the achievements of creation as being a compelling path for themselves and the whole to unfold. With this in mind, we are all artists to the magnitude that art is the inevitable outcome of our flowering and transformation. Each life, each breath becomes a work of art.
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The majority of artists press on with a commitment to making their art regardless of all the required insistence for advertising, spreading and selling. They stay the course because there is no turning back once the alchemical life force for rendition has rooted in their souls. An artist's vow to their art is a commitment to their own human growth. All creations of art are a mirror of this unfolding, and the hunger flaming in the artist spirit to witness and perceive beyond the typical. No one creation can ever be an entirety, but only a milestone for where the artist has been on their path. Art is born of inspiration, and the path into inspiration is rare to the artist voyaging there. The alchemy of art is revolutionary, transcendent and beyond logic. It is overseen by a life force connected to the Creator, and searches for the wonder of limitless new perception and expression. It is the formidable undertaking of finding unexposed treasure in a zone where no other has dared to go. It is a place that baffles all knowledge with logic, yet endures like a great ocean brimming with life. It takes grit to trek these uncharted waters, fortitude to embody what is found there. This is the realm of the artist, to which they return over and over again in the course of creation. Their deep hope is the destined, ordinary unfolding of this process. We can count on their return, and thus, any recent work of art encompasses the assurance of even more to come.
It is proven that the most joyous and most dynamic societies in the world are those who cherish, sustain and partake in the arts. This speaks volumes for the human propensity to grow, and the connection of growth to art. I have been told many times that the pursuit of producing art is an extravagance. Some artists might retort that responsible income of a nine to five, a real job, is extravagance. I accept the entire human race is ultimately on a road of individual growth regardless of whether we are cognizant of it or even want it. Maybe artists retain this eager discernment and burning desire, and pick the creative way as the road to get them there. If a community upholds, enjoys and shares in the arts, they endorse the achievements of creation as being a compelling path for themselves and the whole to unfold. With this in mind, we are all artists to the magnitude that art is the inevitable outcome of our flowering and transformation. Each life, each breath becomes a work of art.
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