For most of my life I have grappled with a couple of ideas; What is an Artist? And why do some of us follow the creative life? In the last 10 days or so I have had Three Awarenesses visit me on these familiar topics, and I wonder what you think about them?
I shared with you recently that I was reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. Page after page her insight to the creative process made perfect sense to me. Since most of us humans are capable of being creative (in addition to creating life) she talks about what it means to choose to follow a creative life. For her, it was a very conscious choice.
For myself it was not.
So this, I believe, is the central question upon which all creative living hinges: Do you have the courage to bring forth the treasures that are hidden within you? –Elizabeth Gilbert
Calling myself an ‘Artist’ has never sat comfortably. And yet, when it was time to fill out the line beside ‘occupation’, I usually wrote Artist or Designer. What do you think immigration officials would say if I wrote on their form ‘she who follows a creative life’? After they rolled their eyes loudly, they would stamp my passport ‘nut case’. For most of my 62 years, ‘following a creative life’ seems a much more apt description than whatever the vague notion of ‘Artist’ is to most of us.
The only one of the Arts most of my family followed was Music. Though Dad’s love/hate relationship with it left me with an ambivalence toward music I scarcely understand to this day. I just knew that I liked making things, but music wasn’t one of them. The piano and I never understood each other.
So I made things.
Thank god it never occurred to me to deny this urge! I refinished furniture, taught myself to sew, learned to cook and eventually took art classes during my final two years in High School, because previous to that we had no art teacher. Against the odds, and based primarily on my meagre portfolio, I went on to study Art and finish a Fine Arts Degree.
Most of my adult life I have been in paid work with design of various kinds from TV sets to magazine advertising, computer and jewellery; and unpaid creations in mosaic, needlework, cooking, scrapbooking, photography, interiors and writing. It occurred to me about 10 years ago, while attending an Artist’s retrospective exhibition, that if I was ever to organise such a thing, it would be the most eclectic exhibition ever! And so I began to cogitate again upon this idea of what being an Artist meant. I asked myself, what have I been doing all my life?
The only answer I had was ‘I’ve been living a creative life.’
Your creative work is not your baby; if anything, you are its baby. Everything I have ever written has brought me into being. Every project has matured me in a different way. I am who I am today precisely because of what I have made and what it has made me into. Creativity has hand-raised me and forged me into an adult— Elizabeth Gilbert
And so…Elizabeth Gilbert says the choice to live a creative life is ours to make, and do with whatever we will. It is not likely to be remunerated well, or acknowledged at any high level, though some have done so; but living one’s life in this manner, in and of itself, is a meaningful reward. Or not. If it is not reward enough for you, then choose elsewhere. I cannot imagine living any other way. I really wouldn’t know how. To paraphrase Jerry McGuire, ‘Making things completes me.’
But does it make me an artist? And perhaps more importantly does it matter?
The second awareness regarding creativity came to me this week, as I read a blog post by Pip Marks, reviewing an exhibition in Melbourne, featuring artists with disabilities and experience of mental illness. There, with an Artist’s work was this idea —‘when he’s off balance, it helps to be creative and remember famous people who experienced their own troubles’. That idea of creativity helping one to stay balanced hit me with great force.
Of course. Balance.
And finally, the third awareness came Sunday, while reading Brain Pickings by Maria Popova. I was introduced to Vivien Gornick’s work Fierce Attachments, which examines
what is that singular interior orientation that sets the Artist apart from the rest?
and this:
the Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself –ee cummings
Simple, eh? As I recall, Picasso thought much the same and we all know what a terrible failure he was. And here is where my analysis starts to crumble. We expect being an Artist is a vocation or a ‘calling’ when compared to other professions. A Plumber is not expected to plumb the depths of the human condition! And plumbing is not who he/she is. Though, I daresay, if one is mindful of the life lessons all work is there to teach us, a plumber’s work could also help to ‘know himself’. But ‘Artist’ seems to automatically presume it is not only what a person does, but who they are.
If we are sentient beings with stardust in our DNA, what we are called is probably fairly irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. But also we are human, with that pesky brain whose need is to categorise things.
Perhaps an old friend, who paints beautifully, had it right all along. He said he would leave it to others to declare him an Artist, it was not for him to say.
And always remember that people’s judgments about you are none of your business. –Elizabeth Gilbert
If that is so, let it be known, I am happy to remain—not an Artist—but simply, satisfyingly, ‘she who has followed the creative life.’
(A newly launched website, ‘Oh She Thrives’ came into my awareness just as I had finished this piece and it seems pretty interesting. Go here if you would like to see some of their suggestions for staying creatively inspired. I thought they were useful.)
Thanks for sharing! Love what a comprehensive post this is 🙂 Saving for future!
http://ohshethrives.com
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Thanks so much Jessica. I’ve already shared your site with two people near and dear to me, as well as linked it on the blog post. Recently visited Seattle and loved it (and wrote about it here: https://ardysez.com/2015/10/14/travel-is-my-cheesecake/) Best wishes to you with your new endeavour!
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I always thought that if something you produce brought, pleasure, joy or even contemplation to someone else you’ve created art and are considered an artist.If that someone else has expressed that feeling to you then you should be able to call yourself ‘Artist’.
You may be she who followed the creative life but you’re an artist many times over.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Thanks so much David. It’s interesting to learn how others identify with these ideas. xx
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Lots of parallels with what Steven Pressfield wrote in yesterday’s post about novel writing and the extent to which you are in control/sane, e.g. “You are dealing with the Muse now. You’re on her turf. She owns you.” (http://www.stevenpressfield.com/2015/11/novels-are-dangerous/). Not sure about the Jerry Maguire reference – given that the other famous quote from that film is “SHOW ME THE MONEY!” It’s to your credit that you have managed to find ways to be paid for all sorts of creative pursuits over the years. I wonder what happens if someone who wants/needs to be creative is denied this ‘luxury’? Cheers Pip
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Hmmm, yes, I’ll go with the ‘transformed’ Jerry McGuire quote rather than the money quote! Surprisingly Elizabeth Gilbert says she never encourages anyone to follow the creative path as a main source of income, because it is fraught with problems. I must say, I tend to agree. I think people who really need/want to be creative will find an outlet. It doesn’t need to be remunerated. Certainly I have spent as much time pursuing creative endeavours without pay as I have with pay. Thanks for your comment Pip, and for your thoughtful blog post that was part of my inspiration.
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It’s an interesting discussion. For mine, an artist is someone who cannot exist without expressing their creative art in some form, a writer who cannot exist without creatively writing… and who often derive pleasure, pain, satisfaction or frustration while doing so but may or may not derive income.
Some people have creativity and put it aside to pursue other interests necessarily or absentmindedly misplace it along the way, to pick it up later in life sometimes because of available time, or because they need it again. Others discover it later in life similarly.
Some are comfortable to call themselves Writer or Artist, others create regardless.
I think a creative life is certainly more interesting but not easier than one whose pursuits can be ascribed an otherwise profession/career/dollar value… but not everything that glitters is gold, and the fruits of creativity cannot be measured in fiscal value.
This snapshot is an insight to the possibilities of your retrospective exhibition “So I made things”. It is here and would in actuality be inspiring for others to see what they could do every day with their creativity…
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Well, until reading your comment, I was sure I would never do a retrospective exhibition, but you’ve given me more food for thought. I like the title you penned too! Suits me perfectly! I like your perspective on who/what is an artist, too. Thanks so much Dale, always enjoy your comments.
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For me it is as simple as understanding that I need to express myself in writing and photography. When I do not give in to the desire, I am unbalanced. I am not satisfied with myself or the day if I neglect this urge. I really liked what EllaDee had to say – perfect! 🙂
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I used to tell people that, for me, making things was like scratching an itch. It just needed to be done. But the idea of it balancing us is really more apt. Thanks for reading Lori.xx
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I enjoyed reading this post yesterday but had to wait till I found a sound keyboard to write a comment. My little computer has finally given up the ghost so excuse the delay.
I loved seeing all your creative work, which crosses so many genres of art.I particularly like that first painting and the collage, but then your artistic pursuits also extend to writing, photogrpahy and jewellery making.
I often feel the creative urge but am always torn between producing functional, everyday stuff such as food, and my creative dreams which centre around textiles. I also wish I had the strength and stamina to build. Pragma and Praxis!
I also value your innate modesty Ardys.You correctly call yourself an artist on your forms and so on, and you are, but you do so with reflection on the creative process and with an admirable humility that is most unusual in all the other artists I know.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Francesca. I think your cooking, though partly pragmatic, must be a creative outlet for you at times, but of course it’s how you feel about it, not what I observe from afar. I’m interested in how you would use textiles creatively? Have you done textile design? I made handbags at one point, selling them in a local gallery. It finished me off on sewing exploits! I have also thought at times that my Dad taught his two sons to build, but not me, and I wish I had the strength and stamina to do it now. I have a good builder who executes my drawings pretty well, so I’m grateful for that! He thinks I’m hilarious, in a nice way. I’m the only client he has worked for who does reasonably accurate drawings for the work they want him to do–expert drafting drawings not withstanding. A picture really is worth a thousand words. Sorry your computer has finally quit on you. What are you using? xx
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I’m now using the home PC for writing and commenting. Then I go back to my broken one to laod the pics from the hard drive, then back to this one to finish any posts. Life has turned insane here- too much to do, too many things to fix.
I collect antique textiles but most of the great stuff was lost in THAT fire. I have started collecting again but only in a modest way. Sometimes I feel like making things from them, but then can’t bear to cut them.
I did one year of a Fine arts degree after my BA degree and had always enjoyed art up until that point. The tutor was fairly dismissive of my attempts at painting even though I seemed to do well at it in year 12. Little did she know that my easel was installed on top of a fully loaded twin tub washing machine while my two infant children had an afternoon nap. in the middle of a primitive kitchen in a cheap rental house. Life changes….
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I’m sorry your tutor was not more supportive. Actually my experience with University level art teachers was that they were mostly brutal. It’s surprising I finished with the will to live! Sometimes it’s not how well you do something, but that you manage at all. Elizabeth Gilbert’s mother used to say it was important ‘just to finish’ sometimes. I would agree. That is tragic that you lost your textiles in THAT fire. Oh, cripes. I agree with you, though, it would be so hard to cut them to make them into anything. xx
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I remember, at the very beginning of my career in 1968, going to see the Art Director of the cutting edge magazine “Nova”. He looked at my portefolio and said “If I was you I’d take up gardening or something…you’re definitely not a photographer”. I went back 6 months later with new pictures and he gave me the cover to shoot saying ” ..I was just trying to find out if you were serious about being a photographer or just playing at it”. We need praise but we also have to want to do it more than anything else.
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You are so right, Roger. In my case I couldn’t help but do it. 🙂
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Yes, you stated it perfectly. I have never considered myself an artist, although my grandfather is. But I do tend to think I live a creative life that extends into all realms as with you. And it gives so much fulfillment.
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There is nothing better than the satisfaction of making things and feeling you have explored that side of yourself. Thanks Laila, I can tell from reading your blog you are like this too! xx
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Wonderful and insightful. Thanks for posting.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, Robin.
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