When a work of art is conceived, it is a deeply personal discovery—a secret.
It may come as a surprise even to the artist himself—the opening line of a story or poem, a newly imagined melody, a rough sketch. It’s like the first snowball of the season. You may choose to hold in your hand until it melts away…or you may decide to roll with it and watch it grow and take shape. You can mold it and perfect it and put it out for all to see (and judge)…or you can simply toss it away. If your dream is to reinvent “Frosty”, though, it’ll take some effort. Imagination. Strength. Patience. Perseverance. At the end of the day, you may find yourself all alone out in the cold. You may wonder why you ever started this in the first place. You may wonder if anyone cares about your little snowball. But just wait until they see it in the morning!
The true GIFT that writers, artists, composers, and performers give freely and anonymously is the GIFT of SELF. The passion with which they approach their work. The sacrifices they make to perfect their art. The long periods of solitude and silence they embrace when they are working or practicing.
The frustrations they encounter. The insecurity they feel. The determination they muster. Fear of rejection. Fear of failure. All of it borne for us.
So…the next time you open a good book or gaze upon a fine painting or tap your foot to the music…remember all that went into it. Remember the artist. And if you are in the process of writing or painting or composing, remember that you are part of a courageous and devoted community of like-minded spirits. The passion you feel for your work and the effort you put into it is a GIFT to the rest of us.
What are you willing to endure to follow your artistic dream?
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“Always wish that you may find patience enough in yourself to endure,
and simplicity enough to believe;
that you may acquire more and more confidence
in that which is difficult,
especially in your solitude among others.”
--Rainer Maria Rilke--
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In my next post, I'll give you reason for hope.
jan
You write and fuss and gaze with amazement at what fell out of your head and you want to hide it where only you can see it but you can't...you HAVE to put it where others can see it. You HAVE to. You have no choice. It's an obsession.
ReplyDeleteThat's a really cool post! Good luck in your A-Z challenge, I am also participating. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, Jan!!
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