100 Naked Words — Day 4
Reflections, Ripples and Ramblings of a Restless Mind
It’s a beautiful day isn’t it? My last couple of posts have been a little retrospective, they’ve matched the overwhelming feeling I’ve had to start poking into corners of my past, to reconnect with some of the emotions, thoughts and experiences I’ve had. I know there’s more of that to come, but my mood’s lighter today, more upbeat, so my thoughts are equally unencumbered.
Call Yourself an Atist?
I’ve never considered myself an artist as we would traditionally think of one. I’m not tortured, misunderstood, ahead of my time, nor am I — and here’s the important bit I think— exceptional at any of the mediums that I have chosen as expressive outlets.
I’m left handed, and whilst the popular wisdom is that, as a group we tend to be more creative and produce a higher number of prodigies, as this article in HuffPo suggests, many of the assumptions are bunkum.
Having said that, personally I am drawn to imagery, melodies and words, those things we most traditionally associate with artists. I have a love of literature that has been constant throughout my life, I find inspiration in music (see Day 2) and now, I have rediscovered my passion for writing and, now, when I walk down the street, I am always looking for an interesting angle I could capture an image from.
So my completely personal, uninfluenced, inaccurate, subjective take on what it is that makes one an artist follows…
An artist is someone who gives their being up to the act of creating, who is tormented by the imperfection of their opera, who is both expressive and mute in their offering. An artist longs to be understood but whose ingenuity would suffer if they were, they live to capture moments and lend their perspective to them, to ‘write’ a commentary on the world around them.
An artist seeks to tell a story.
They tell their tales with the stroke of a brush, with the mumming of a word, the spilling of ink, the plucking of strings, or the flash of light. They are silent and loud, spectators and the spectacle. They are people who leave shards of their soul scattered through every piece they create. They draw from muses of light and of the dark.
They lift the world from the mundane.
I don’t care to call myself an artist, as long as I am one.
About me: Citizen of the World. I love writing, photography, travelling, reading, learning and growing. Medium is another journey in my life, let’s see what sights we may see.
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