When you're an artist, you give yourself a license to kill. What you kill is fear. All kinds of fear, because it takes courage to create. When you create something, you are putting a piece of you out there, and that requires a boldness. An artwork is like a piece of glass; it reflects. In a Dali painting, you can see a piece of Dali's mind at work. Within the pages of a great novel, you witness glimpses of the author's life — even if that novel is not outright autobiographical.
According to the Oxford Dictionary, art is: 1. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. According to yours truly, in conjunction with the above definition, here is an expanded definition of "what art is" and why it is so important to us.
"They call me free spirit, as if all spirits are not free." Greetings, friend. Come sit down with us. Let me introduce you to Stephanie Rosella Rose, an artist, a poet and an intriguing human being. Stephanie and I are enjoying a good breakfast, chatting about art, poetry, self-discovery and feminine liberation. Listen, I know these topics may seem a bit strange, but they are only a step into another world. Stephanie invites us into that world with the succinct power of her words.
Human life depends upon two things: love and art. Don't let anyone convince you we could do without them. If we cannot give or receive love, then we are crippled, malformed, barely alive. If we cannot create art, be it in the form of singing, dancing, writing, sculpting, painting, or even making a good pair of shoes, then we cannot say we are fully human.
Where would we be without the music? What kind of world would we be living in, without the near constant accompaniment of sounds organized into rhythm, pitch, timbre and so forth? Where would we be without the beauty of Beethoven and Mozart? Without such strange notions as country, rock 'n' roll, blues, jazz and hip-hop? What if the world were always filled with noise, but never music? "Without music," wrote philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, "life would be a mistake!"
One may study the broad subject of physics in order to become specifically trained as an astrophysicist or a high school science teacher. One may study biology to become an educated medical doctor or an evolutionary biologist. One may study painting in order to become a painter oneself, or an art historian. This specialization seems integral to practicing a career. Artists, however, escape this specialization quite often. A painter may direct a film and call it "a
People are afraid to express themselves in a plethora of ways. People often have a fear of even expressing their fears. Naturally. Fear is an uncomfortable sensation, which is often accompanied by a barrage of even more uncomfortable thoughts. Fear is everywhere. It is inherent to human DNA. It's not going away anytime soon.
Welcome back to your city paper's most unconventional column! I'd like to bring to the attention of my readers a very special event which took place this past Sunday (and no, I'm not talking about the Super Bowl). I am walking around Amery, which is just a stone's throw away from our fair city of New Richmond. Soon I amble into the Amery Classic Theater, an historic downtown treasure. The lobby is red, majestic and naturally inculcated with a strong sense of history. That's where I see
As artists, we must always have "yes" in our hearts. That is the only way we may behold the world with a sufficient depth of vision. It is this vision of the world which translates best onto paper, canvas, film or stage. If our eyes are shut and we are blind to the world, then our creative work, too, will be blind. An artist is most productive when she views life with an attitude of receptivity and openness.
Welcome back to the Artist's Corner! Today we will be meeting the very talented Marilyn Jess, a local author who writes novels, poems and stories. I first met Marilyn at a local author's showcase at the Friday Memorial Library, where she read aloud some of her work to an audience. We became better acquainted once I joined the Willow River Writers Group.