The Artist: Wait...who is they?
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They are...ahh...very good question. They are everyone, all the people...in...the world...the civilized countries...just the people near me...I mean, everyone I talk to.
Oh ok. You mean "They" are mother-culture.
Yes, yes exactly.
Mhm.
Ok so there is a class they call Art Class. In this class, they inform students using an Art Guide.
Wait what is this Art Guide? How do you use it?
No you don't use it really. Not like a tool that teaches your class, but more like a written version of the class. So if the teacher doesn't remember who first used a paintbrush they can refer to the book so that they then can inform the students on that person. Make sense?
So the book is about the history of the people who make paintings?
No no. Not just paintings all kind of art.
Ohhhh. Thats got to be a very big book.
Well, its no longer really a book its now digital so it can be on a computer or Ipad, or Iphone, or any other digital device.
Hm.
The teacher of the class uses the Art Guide to inform the students on the Definition of Art, the History of Art, and all the different types of Art. Then the class starts moving on to more hands-on learning where they get to practice those different types of Art.
What are the types of Art?
Haha...well I don't know...you're the Artist shouldn't you know the types of Art, ha ha.
I didn't know there could be types of Art. Someone told me once "the Artist was blessed with the gift of another pair of eyes. But cursed with the inner need to share what they saw."
Wow. Thats beautiful. Who told you that?
No one, I had written that once in an old meditation book of mine but I don't feel like it came from me, I feel like it came from the Universe. Just flowed into my head and into my hand and onto the page.
It took me a while to really appreciate it but now I think I understand. When I first read it I thought it was sort of poetic...but then I later came to realize its a curse given to us by our creator, repeatedly whispered in our minds...you can hear it too if you just listen.
You seem to see the Artist with a sense of pity, as if you really believe this gift you have is a curse.
I am sorry if I made it seem that I am unhappy being an Artist. Because I was born an artist. I am happy being an artist, but it is definitely a curse.
What an amazing curse it is you do have. Would you mind talking about your curse? What is it that you do as an artist?
My curse. Ha ha. My art is creation. I use my mind to create thoughts, and then use my hands to create those thoughts, I call "stuff". Creating something from nothing, one thing from another, or trying to give physical form to what I see in my mind's eyes.
At dinner parties I try to perform my art with words, but words don't work so well. I find our eyes to be windows into the soul. When you see something you can believe it, when...
What do you mean" don't work so well?" Words don't do the art justice.
No. Hm, I guess you could say that. I mean that words are too far behind the mind. If my mind figures something out and then decides to tell my mouth to speak it, by the time I have spoken the first sentence my mind has already moved decades into the future asking other people the same question.
Plus, the people at dinner parties don't really want to talk about my art, they get more excited when they talk about other people's art.
Other people?
Yes anyone who has made Art that is similar to my art, but is created by someone else other than me.
That's why I'm here though, to talk about your art. Not their's.
Yes I know. I started to think I was ahead of my time. Because these people they did not understand, they heard the words I was speaking, but they could not see it with their mind's eye. But I later learned that as an artist, thats the way you know who you are. Because you know you're different. You know you see the world through different eyes, with different glasses, and then you want to show other people what it is you see. But you can't give them your eyes. You can't spontaneously share your thoughts. You must then figure out how to help someone else understand what it is you understand...not what you see. Then build it, paint it, sculpt it, write it, film it, and finally share it.
So you're saying being an artist is basically creating something and then sharing it.
Yes but there is one important part your missing. Knowing. You must first find out what it is you understand about the world, what do you see when you look up...what is your role?
Yes. How do I "know" where do I look to find out what it is I understand in the world.
Oh but this is easy. Ask yourself a question.
Any question?
The only question: What do you love most about life?
