The Tyranny of Fun
I am about to commit a blasphemy
MAKING ART IS NOT FUN!
While I am reluctant to encourage the either/or ethos that seemingly pervades every aspect of our lives, there seems to be a disconnect between those who strive to make art and those for whom it’s of little interest. This lack of understanding crops up in conversations like this:
A person with little interest in the arts:
What have you been doing?
Striving art maker:
I’ve been (fill in the blank) ___________(taking a painting class/writing poetry/studying flute)
A person with little interest in the arts:
As long as you’re having fun
Once you get past the age where you’re forced to learn something to pass an exam or to satisfy a job requirement, any desire to learn a new skill or manifest some creative expression is solely dependent on your motivation. Because the learning/creative process is a series of challenges, and therefore inevitable resistance, it takes a degree of determination and yes, work, to move forward to your goal of mastery or creating a piece of art.
“Fun” is usually associated with something that has no particular goal. We don’t look critically at the result of a fun experience.
Ziplining is fun (unless of course, the zip line breaks, then, not so much). The now-ubiquitous “paint and sip” events are fun: a roomful of people drinking wine and getting paint everywhere, occasionally on the canvas; no one is looking critically at what they’ve painted, even those who can see straight after three hours of daubing and drinking. Going to a movie or a concert is “fun” as long as you’ve been entertained.
For those who are learning or creating, it’s not so much fun as it is satisfying. And the process of creating the work is perhaps even more satisfying than the end result or finished product.
Someone I know had his play produced a few years back. (Okay, it’s me). The play had a lot of meaning for me, but it had been percolating for many years, only being tinkered with occasionally during that time. When I was finally offered a production, it came with a dramaturg/director who would help me “shape” the piece.
As difficult as it was to write, it was so much harder to revise. Parsing critique is not easy. Each time I was asked for a change, I had to dig down and navigate what was important to me and what would make a compelling piece of theatre (not always the same thing).
Six revisions and several polite disagreements later, the play was produced. I was reasonably pleased, and in fact, I saw some things I will change if the play ever gets done again. I’m glad I went through the process, but it wasn’t remotely “fun.” It was the epitome of Dorothy Parker’s quote:
“I hate writing. I love having written”.
Before you ask, it wasn’t fun to write this, but it was very satisfying.
