We're all walking through a vast forest, a wilding wilderness. None of us know where we'll come out. This strange and bewildering journey is no different for the artist; except he/or she chooses to talk to themselves along the way, purposely leaving tracks, drawing on the walls of discovered caves, leaving, arranging bird seeds for others to interpret or follow.
I believe we're all artists, or rather we're all capable of creating art. Yes, we are all capable of communicating our thoughts, feelings or emotions. The artist simply chooses to do it perhaps more visually, or perhaps abstractly, or with collaged images or sounds. The artist simply believes his or her chosen form of creative communication is important enough to record, to preserve for future generations, to share with an audience. The same could be said for writers, I would think. We all have stories, experiences, dreams, and thoughts. The writer simply chooses to record his or hers, and to believe they are important enough or interesting enough that they should be preserved and shared with, read by the masses.
Throughout history, critics have debated the merit, talent or ability of this artist versus that artist. But the truth be told, none of these intellectual discussions or criticisms, over time, have much to do with defining who is or isn't an artist. Certainly history shows that some were more masterful in one technique over another. And there are some because of their artistic mastery who have been proclaimed great. Yet, the annals of art history are equally filled with those whose creations showed little ability or technique in execution. Random splatters and drips of paint, or the absence thereof, have also been proclaimed as art, and their creators as great artists.
So the challenge is, despite the critics, despite adversity, to continue the search, to explore and define their own creative voice. The artist must find the courage to scribble, sketch, arrange, sculpt and paint, and to believe these creative musings are worthy of sharing with the masses, despite harsh rebuke, or occasional praise.
Today I will continue my exploration. I will continue to walk through the forest, talking to myself, creating art along the way.