Wednesday, September 12, 2012

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, 
but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.
-Langston Hughes
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It's hard enough to stand for your values and needs in the day-to-day meanderings of normal life. By the explicit and implicit messages floating about that affirm our inadequacy, it is all too easy to acquiesce. We then find ourselves mired in efforts to fulfill others' expectations of us, or to compete with those who should be our collaborators. Eventually we construct durable obstacles around our own sense of self-efficacy as well as potential relationships that could lead to profound growth. We also close ourselves down to the moments of inspiration that could punctuate the noise of the workaday. 
 
By far the most critical voices are the ones within our own minds-always searching for sparks yet apparently assuming they could not possibly already reside within us.

 
One can imagine this is no different for those whom have been granted some level of extraordinary recognition. In fact, it's feasible to assume that with greater power comes even further pressure against one's sense of foundation. The slightest slip of word, misinterpretation or preconceived notion can shift meanings all over the board.That is especially rampant in the current context, in which myriad miscommunications are apparently constant and widely disseminated.
 
I usually spend a decent amount of time here deconstructing my own notions about art and the makers, obviously as prompted by one specific artist. 
 
Today I think I would rather just acknowledge the challenges faced by Wally and the resilience reflected in his chosen responses. It takes a truckload of pluck to be as genuine as he is, even when he does it more cautiously. Yes, he could likely veer off and do whatever the hell he desired by now, having reached a significant level of acclaim. But he chooses to place himself in a space that is artistically available to those who appreciate his work. Furthermore, he recognizes his own strengths and limitations in a way that is candid yet dynamic. That is a fine balance of deep self-awareness. That, in my opinion, is the watermark of an artist who is truly moved by their chosen medium, and willing to bare themselves to both its inherent joys and burdens. Cheers, Wally.


~~~c. Paige 2012

4 comments:

  1. I have nothing to add besides a tip of the hat and a nod of agreement. I'm sure I don't have to tell you I understand completely what you're talking about, since such ruminations are what united us in the beginning.

    Cheers, dear.

    (And, oh, Langston Hughes *literary-nerd squeal*...we really are riding the same wavelength, Paige...)

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  2. I heart Hughes...and Atwood....and Allende...and Tan....and Rumi....and Sallinger....and Thompson...and oh hell I could go lit nerd forever. You get it, sis.

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  3. Kindred spirits, are we, drifting alone until we fatefully managed to catch the same current.

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  4. now swimming downstream together :}

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