When I was asked to write something for this my first reaction was, “Huh?”
Yeah, I was confused. You see, I do not see myself as an especially creative, artistic, inspirational person. But then I got to thinking, perception. I am SEEN as a creative, artistic, inspirational person.
Art is in the eye of the beholder. Yep, that sums it up for me, however, …
yeah, but …
I won’t go there. Someday at Balticon (Did I say BALTICON?) we can sit down and discuss what we think is art. Not here. There’s no give and take. There needs to be give and take in art. Art can inspire. Art can judge. Art can give life. Art can cause death. Art should inspire conversation. And conversation can inspire art. Ok, I spoke more on this than I meant to for here. We’ll come back to this. At Balticon, maybe.
Now, inspiration. Inspiration comes to me in the form of …. Well, some people call this their muse. To be truthful, I haven’t a clue what a muse is. I know the definition. I know others have their muses. But for me, a muse does not exist. Unless, unless my “muse” is what inspires me. From my point of view, what people personify as their muse is taking everyday occurrences, conversations, happenstances, whatever, and using them to create something new, different, beautiful, twisted, in other words, art.
People create. They build things from other stuff. They put the words in a different order. They put paint to paper. They cause people to wonder, to talk, to laugh, to cry, to emote, to live.
Art is the result of creating, which comes from inspiration.
As you can tell, these three things are connected. They are not doing a solo act. Not from my point of view.
I have this friend who is an artist (yet won’t pursue it) who was cleaning his brushes on a sheet of paper while doing a drawing/painting and saw something in the random strokes.
He added to it. He molded it. He reshaped it. It was Einstein. This accidental doodle turn into a wonderful little head shot of Einstein.
He was in the middle of his inspired work and saw something, something that needed a little encouragement to come alive.
Art is the result of creating out of inspiration. How’s that? Works for me. My art, my creating, comes out of my sense of humor. I look at the world like it’s a great playground. Something to have fun in and with. Something to use to make people laugh, cry, think.
Everyone get inspired. Everyone creates. Everyone is an artist. Ever have one of those great conversations you wished never would end? What caused it? Who created it? Yeah, you did. We’re all artists. You just need to find your niche.
There’s no separating them.
We all do it.