My magic perspective of art.
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The creative urge is difficult to define; but all artists think it, feel it, know it, and experience it throughout their inspired lives. Its very existence will not be ignored, but rather be, for one to act upon it; to create. One MUST take immediate action on that overpowering feeling, as one would to hunger or thirst. That feeling must be quenched. It is strong, unforgiving, and a part of the soul. As an artist, this feeling is no stranger, for I feel creativity very strongly and deeply.
Artists are meant to find meaning; Deus Ex Machina, to act as a force to make sense of the illogical and the non-sensical. It is in human nature to want a higher force to guide us through our lives, and an artist uses their intuition, their gut-wrenching reflex, to create and be at one with a creation that, through heart and soul, they connect. It gives one inner peace and harmony.
So an artist’s job is to probe heaven and hell, good and evil, beauty and ugliness… sort of. We tend to take it upon ourselves to try and understand the things around us. We express ourselves through various shapes and mediums, subjects and predicates, and occasionally, even the artist themselves, will not know the full meaning of their piece.
Yet the artist is the master of their own right to create. That being said, an artist may question their intent and meaning of their art. Some create, destroy, exploit, and consume it, only to realize through failure that they fear it. The greatest fear that artists can have is not of failure or success, but at the end of the long day, looking back and seeing that they never really tried or they never really took their art seriously enough. To me, that is the only way one misunderstands art.
I once had a question for the almighty art-god/goddess, since at the time I was feeling lost and a tad astray in faith with art. I had asked (out loud) “Is it worth it? Is art worth a damn in this world? Where computers and machines do everything for us is art worth the time, or am I wasting mine?”
I had looked through my glasses on the table, and they reflected the powdery blue of the forget-me-not sky. I saw puffy white clouds in the lenses and it hit me, a metaphor; the clouds were the obstacles, the doubts of my art-laden soul. My art made me happy, truly happy, and I questioned that?! It hit me like a truck doing 70mph on Route 80. It doesn’t matter what computers could do or what machines can accomplish, for creativity will always be in the soul. Magritte said: “Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist” and he is absolutely right. Art is life, the meaning of it, the essence of it, the Magic of it. Like art, magic is amazing, wonderful, incredible, and distinct; like a human’s perception. It portrays release, expression, it’s a circle. Art is everything, my everything.
I make my clothing and my fine art full of things from my head because it is my art, and my magic. To create all of my life and now, an art student at William Paterson, wearing a satisfied smile, I know I am sculpting my future.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.
- Rene Magritte