January 14, 2008

The influence of art on the lives of human beings is an undeniable truth.   It provides a unique perception of the world.  Looking at a painting, listening to music and reading a poem are just a few of the ways to welcome a raw perception of our existence.  In art, there are no limitations.  Art reflects the truth that the artist sees in his experiences.  It reflects, in greater detail, the aspects of his life that remain untold in the deepest conversation.

Art is the best way for him to share the complete version of himself.  He is burdened in life by the rules of his society.  The social limits and political instructions.  The barriers put on by the sanity of his friends, family and acquaintances are all a part of his retreat.  By writing, he says it all, with metaphors, allegory or blunt description.  His art is raw representation of who he was born to be and who he would be without the silent rules.

Her art is the means for the realization of herself.  She is more complete and self-realized than all of her companions.  She puts away the rules, the responsibility, and the “real” world and tells the truth as she sees it.  She paints, writes and composes without limits and no one can tell her to stop.  Even the censors are conned when she disguises her truth with symbols and code.  The artists, as she well knows, are the only ones who spend their life saying it all. The truth is… they do not need to say it all to anyone else but themselves.  They must only know for themselves what they feel and believe. They have nothing to prove.   Artists know and artists do.

Both of them are free within their art.  They yell, hit, steal, hug, laugh and experience in their art.  They have a place a place to put all the emotion left unexpressed in the outside would.  There is no need for them to commit crimes, to hurt other people or to lose their temper because they do all of it in their distant world.  They do what the rest do outside, but in their paint, their piano and their notepad.  Yet they sometimes agree to share their creation.  He and she, she and he, are entirely content with letting their art stay in their rooms, but once in awhile (maybe by suggestion) they are led by something to share their art with the critics.  Everybody’s a critic. 

They share not only for the beauty, the human pride and the need to be understood.  They share it to teach a lesson, though they do not consciously embed a lesson into their creation because if they create with the purpose of teaching, their art turns into an all too explicit demand, which turns off any human observer.   But when they allow themselves to create for the sake of creating and to communicate only what lie in their hearts, truth is accomplished and those who see their art and who open themselves up to the possibility of anything at all, get the message (whichever one they find).

He paints to give you a new perception of the world.  She writes to show you the other side of the story.  They play so that you know what lies beneath the hard surface. 

So what of the human story is told by these artists?  The human experience is limited by our desire to free it.  Polite conversation, manners and “a time and a place”, are well intentioned creations of human beings that in turn create a respectful world of men behind the curtains that we in fact pay no attention to.  The issues that we have with our nations, our neighborhoods and each other are brushed under the table for the sake of respect, yet the unresolved emotions of each person in our world become something different.  They develop into revolutions, wars, art and a host of other things.  And unfortunately for most, they develop in nothing at all, except dreams long past and ideas long forgotten.  If anyone at all is wise, they will chose art or at least a path that leaves nothing unsaid.