ART APPREICIATION 101
By Alma Lee
I am an artist. It has
taken me several years to say that sentence and stop at the period. I always had to add a qualifier. Somehow I
tried to make my profession palatable to the population at large. These days I
see the world of art and my place in it differently. I realized that being an
artist is defined not by what we do but is simply who we are. There is nobility in that and a certain
authenticity in that that pleases me. I see artists as humans interacting
deeply and intimately, with the world, out of the deep and feral need, a need
rising out of circumstances within our lives. It is the literal drawing on our
response to life’s circumstances. Sometimes from a place of great joy,
sometimes from a place of great wounding, art becomes our only balm. Within this
feral need is the source of a great gifting. And artist’s gifting lies in the
ability to convey what cannot be spoken with words in conversation, or
literature, a personal look into not only the thoughts and perceptions of the
artist but adds another previously unseen dimension. That is the gift, and that
is the job description of an artist.
Being an artist comes
with great challenges also. One being a sincere homage to the divine creator of
that gift. Being thankful not only the capacity, but the love and generosity of
God when he entrusted me with that gift. The 2nd challenge of course is remaining
true to my vision, my art, and myself and not be swayed by the popular,
politically correct and socially proper definition of what is art. Lastly
artists have an obligation the art's
audience. An artist must be careful not to mislead patrons down a trail of folly
(unless folly is the subject and purpose) and frivolity with out substance. Nor
should the audience be led down a dark path without the artist shedding at
least enough light to navigate the patron in the direction of enlightenment and
salvation.
All of this sounds heady,
self-serving I suppose. But that is only because of how we as a culture have
come to devalue art. In civilizations present not long ago artists were entrusted
with identifying, mapping and guiding the paths of culture, enlightenment, and
in a sense prophesy. Patrons looked to the artists, poets and philosophers, for
instruction, empowerment, and encouragement in the building, restoring and reforming
of their lives into higher and better forms. But today some have reduced the
role of art to the decoration of our homes, our rooms, our furniture, even our tissue
boxes, and call that art. I would go so far as to say as a culture we have come
to regard art as a nominal part of our being. We take it for granted. It has
always been there. We use it as a pseudo-antidepressant. It is there for no
more than our passing enjoyment. Art’s highest calling is to make our material goods
pretty. Do you think I'm being harsh? Let me ask when was the last time you
bought a sofa to match your favorite painting? When have you ever hung a single
piece of art on your wall alone not in a grouping if for no other reason that
it moves you to a place that abhors clutter? A piece of art that so spoke to
your mind body and spirit that you could not bear the encroachment of a single
frivolous companion?
I have been guilty myself
a hedonist of pretty. Pretty is not of course opposed to art. Art is beauty;
otherwise we would never even stop to look. I am of the opinion however that
beauty is both the import and symptom of art, not its final destination or
purpose.
We devalue our artists
also. We relegate them in our minds as quirky little beings with a flair for art.
We call them hobbyists, crafters just to keep them in their place should they
attempt to aspire to more. We tell them how wonderful they are how we enjoy
what they do. We tell them what a great fan we are of their “work”, and then
ask them for a discount or a donation for our most important cause. Artists are
people and people by nature will go where they are celebrated and produce their
highest work in that environment. Artists are no different than CEOs, doctors,
or celebrities. In fact they're no different than you, they go to work every
day, whether they “feel like it” or not.
They put in long hours, have families, responsibilities both relationally and
financially and they do their level best to meet all of their obligations. Isn’t
that true for everyone.
I say these things not in
way of complaint, or to incite sympathy, but in hopes of engendering a well
deserved, long overdue, respect for art and its practitioners living among us, providing
valuable and vital service to our communities ask well as our hearts. And I ask
you to buy art from your local artists. Buy originals, and hang them in a place
of honor. If you can't afford originals, don’t ask for unreasonable discounts;
instead ask them about available print and reproductions. Support their
businesses and they will support yours.
