On Heartbreak and Art
This post will not be as thought out as the previous ones, just some quick thoughts for everyone to consider.
In the past few months, my closest friend passed away suddenly in a motorcycle accident and my other best friend (my girlfriend) left me after an incredible year and a half. I know heartbreak in and out, and it’s all very fresh, so I figured I might as well write about it in relation to art; more specifically, my photography.
I think in its most basic form, art is just another way for us to communicate, an expression of thought and emotion that can start conversations about the world and ourselves.
In order to talk though, I think we all need to know a little something about life; we need to know true heartbreak and true happiness. I wouldn’t write a thesis on nuclear sciences unless I had done extensive research on the topic. It’s the same for art and life; it’ll be incredibly difficult to make authentic work if you’re naïve to what makes us human. Everyone goes through something at some point; we all get schooled in life’s tragedies and moments of happiness eventually. There is, however, an extremely high number of younger artists that fall in to the “aesthetic lifestyle” category. Much like “hipsters”, they choose to live a lifestyle that isn’t authentic to whom they are because they desire to fit a certain image. The result? Artwork that’s unoriginal, a copy and paste of what gets the most likes and is most pleasing to the eye.
I don’t find anything necessarily wrong with this; it’s just a very common mold that people continue to fill. I suppose my point here is to be vulnerable, experience what life has to offer, and reflect deeply when everything you felt was right comes to an end. Don’t rush in to it and study your favorite photographers (or artists) work online all day to emulate what they do. Hang out with your friends, love someone deeply, and learn something from them each day. Nothing lasts forever, and when things come to an end, you’ll have something to talk about. Let it hurt, take your time, reflect, and then talk. Your voice will come through, and it’ll be so much more meaningful and relatable than VSCO edited photos of a van.
Me? I’m hurting and reflecting, but we are all resilient human beings, and when I do pick my camera up again, I’ll know exactly what to talk about because I was there for the moments that will no longer exist.