Find beauty in the broken


Introvert, Extrovert, Ambivert

Man walking alone

I recently read a post about what kind of personality a person has. Find the original post here The funny thing about reading it is that now I’ve thought my way into a bad mood.

I’m an introvert by definition. I feel refreshed, energized, and like I can be myself when I’m alone. If I could inhabit a single story of an old warehouse with my studio, a soccer goal, and a workshop I’d probably be quite content. I love people, but being around them (any of them) full-time is exhausting and emotionally draining. In fact, all of those post-apocalyptic movies are somewhat appealing to me, not because of the requisite zombies and vagabonds but because of how peaceful it seems. I know, right? A post-apocalyptic movie seems peaceful to me…

So this week I haven’t had much (any) time by myself. I’m edgy, annoyed, irritable, and my nerves are raw. I’m fantasizing about hiking far from civilization so I can breath. That won’t be happening today, so maybe I’ll go clean the garage and paint a bit. Yeah, that’s a decent alternative.



Purpose in art

I submitted a painting to the MN State Fair fine arts competition and it was rejected. 3rd year in a row. When I get rejected from showing my work, it doesn’t devalue or invalidate my work or skill. I understand that some people have a different aesthetic, and that’s fine. I’m comfortable with what I do. But it does make me curious as to what DOES get accepted, so I tend to go to those shows and see. The State Fair is quite a mix of work- both subject, medium, technique and (IMO) quality. There’s a lot there that’s not what I personally like but that is clearly well-done art. Then there’s other stuff.

I’ve been thinking a lot about past and current art lately. Historically art has been used for many things, such as recording history (national, local and personal). Art is special though- it can at once record a portrait of someone and inspire it’s audience with its beauty and the skill of the artist. This can be accomplished in most any style and medium that I’ve seen. I believe art reaches it’s highest purpose when it creates in a person a realization that our lives are significant and important. That people are indeed specially and wonderfully made. That there is Someone who is infinitely more special and wonderful and that we are privileged to have a shadow of His ability to create.

More recently, it seems like art has been altered and redefined to such an extent that many people aren’t comfortable with it or able to understand it. Someone can take a urinal and affix it to the wall and call it art (as did Duchamp). When that happens, people detach from it and feel inadequate and uneasy, rather than uplifted and inspired. Art has lost part of its soul at this point. It’s become a propaganda tool. While I approve of using art for expression, there are two questions I would want others to ask. 1) Is what I’m expressing worth it? Am I experienced enough, smart enough, wise enough, and realistic enough to express this thought or purpose with authority? Would those who both know you well and who are honest agree? 2) Is the purpose of this expression good? Am I doing this to bring life or death? If your life is a mess and you’re miserable, don’t try to make a statement to society. That doesn’t mean stop making art or expressing yourself- just don’t try to persuade others to take your misery for their own.

Anyone can drag others down to new lows. As an artist privileged with skill, ability and vision, use that to create wonderful things. Not only on canvas, but in others.