This from my books blog.
My fine arts training sometimes trips me up.
I earned my degree in a fine arts major where art (and certainly the artist, no matter that said artist status was a month old) was taken deadly seriously and endless lazy hours were to be spent on “critique” where the most subjective and inaccessible thoughts were encouraged, the best absurdities were rewarded with conferrance of validity.
“Validate your forms.”
“Is this piece ‘caressable’?” This discussion went on for two cringe-filled hours.
It took me years to deprogram myself. I had to be removed from that environment and clear my head with the work of real life; I had to re-configure everything I understood about being an artist, what art was for, how to relate my art to other people, whether to make my art relatable to other people…It’s a complex labyrinth and many who contemplate its meanderings never emerge in this life. Pity…
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