All The Broken Artists

Rejection isn’t nice. Some people make it worse. You don’t like a poem or a piece of writing, or it’s just not right for your magazine? Treat it like what it is — a small parcel of someone’s soul that they have sent to you. Sounds exaggerated? Speak to someone after one rejection, let alone countless rejections.

The intention is to share something aesthetic that does something pleasant to other people, so slapping that down is a pretty suppressive thing to do. I think the best examples that I have seen of rejection letters are those which offer constructive pointers, at least for what needs to be done with a piece to make it acceptable to the publication in question.

Still, rejection gets in there. There’s a degree of self doubt that plagues most artists — even the successful ones. When you look at the obstacles someone has to get over to create something in the first place, it’s pretty amazing anything gets produced. Then add in the obstacles to getting something out there to a big audience, and it can start to get a bit overwhelming.

I meet people who give up on writing, painting, etc, all the time, and I find it sad that they aren’t nurtured in their creative impulse. Think how much better the world would be if everyone were encouraged to share the vision that they have — people would feel that they had been allowed to communicate, and that they had been listened to.

A broken artist is a sad commentary on society. Art of any medium adds to society. We push forward with the visions of our artists and visionaries into the future.

If a society fails to understand the importance of art, especially if it favours commerce over art, it fails to understand something very vital about itself: that everything is, to some greater or lesser degree, mediated through the art of someone. Take for instance an example of a human being who you might consider to be somewhat artless that is well known — their picture is delivered through photographic art, the story is delivered through the art of editing and writing, their clothes made by the art of the tailor; they are to some degree an art object. So, what do we lose if we lose art — we lose the very medium through which we communicate our humanity and breathe life into the world.