It seems more and more, I've been talking to my artist friends about the trials of being an artist.  I maintain that artists have more fun and have the gift of making things and looking at life in a very unique way.  However, constantly re-evaluating and redefining your approach, obsessively and unconditionally focusing, finding the means to support your appetite for art matterials (not to say also the essentials like food and rent), and creating show opportunities can be daunting to say the least.  I have friends that unfortunately have given up all together.  Which begs the question, What happened?  Most of us as children loved to color or found making art was fun, even made us happy.  Some of us went to school and/or created an atmosphere to which we could nurture our artist spirt.  Still some of us may have started their adult lifes thinking of art as a hobby, inwhich you were not dependent on it for money.  Still more of us may have went into a career that was in the arts or a commerial aspect of arts.  Some artists find themselves making art that the public enjoys but doesn't feed their unique calling.  Alot of people become artist-something  (such as artist-teacher, artist-curator, artist-brick layer).  God knows I have stretched my resources and manifested events in order to keep on making my art.  And not for vanity's sake. I was flying across to California once and the woman next to me struck up a conversation.  She became very interested why and how an artist survives.  I told her that I had no choice, that's who I am, I was lucky because I knew what I was and that was that.  Idealism aside.  It is difficult to stay on track especially with limited funds and perhaps very little support.   We are artists plain and simple, and that is a divine thing.  My friends, who are some of the best artists I know, are constantly tryng to save the farm.  Between making art, raising children, putting food on the table, finding shows, finding money, giving to the community, and inspiring others they are always on the verge.  But they always do it!  Somehow by they grace of God and shear will not to give up they make it.  Maybe it makes their art that much more important.   I believe art is the highest language of a culture, even if that culture doesn't seem to realize it.  I spend time in my studio late at night, my brush hits, scrubs and glides across the canvas and I get that feeling, that awe inspiring moment that I can't live without.   Constitution is one of the most important qualities of an artist.

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Comment by Richard Norenberg on November 17, 2011 at 10:36pm

New eyes. That's my constitution.


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