Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me"

That quote is from "Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve.
No matter who you are, you know you love that song. And sometimes you can't even understand the words, but it is really one lyrically satisfying tune.

I don't know where I'm going with the song, but I have to say that art is so satisfying as well. "Art" is a very general word. You make art when you scribble doodles on a note pad talking on the phone.
Or you make art putting musical notes together. 
It doesn't discriminate on what it becomes. It just is.

But I'm talking about my art. What I create with the mess that is in my head and all that wants to come out. I'm not surprised I just don't throw paint filled balloons from a 10 story building onto a huge canvas to express what my brain feels like sometimes.... but wait, thats a great idea!

Now to find a 10 story building...

I really don't show that I like to do anything fine art wise, like painting, drawing, whatever. I've just had no time to put my entire attention on it yet. 
Alot of people probably think it shouldn't be that hard. Just sit and paint something, you stoop.
But it is difficult and it isn't. 
Art takes a life of its own as soon as you place a mark on whatever you make. Its like it gains momentum and starts growing its nerves, blood vessels, cells, skin. 
And before you know it, you've either created a monster that haunts you every time you see it again, or a floating being that has captured your imagination for just that moment in time. 

I confess today I am completely terrified of what I am able to do. The gift that God has placed so gracefully on my lap scares the crap out of me.
I can either make it or break it.

But NO artist ever felt like their work was worth anything until it meant the world to someone else.
God created the Sun and the Moon, the Stars around them, and the Trees that move the soil and nourish it for all creatures.
His work was made to mean the World to me. 
I should take notice. 
You too.

2 comments:

  1. i love how the spirit of Christina came out when you called yourself a stoop.

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  2. I've got the balloons... and a nice forest fire watch tower...
    bring paint.
    and maybe a gun.

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