There are three approaches to making art:-
ONE
Have fun, treat the making of art as a social hobby. Join a club of like minded individuals, and exhibit periodically creating an outlet for your ego. Realize, however, that association with amateurs destroys all possibility of academic recognition.
TWO
Make art commercially. Carve out a niche market and create product. Academic recognition is overshadowed by the commercial aspect of your art. Expect to receive no support from friends and family, and to struggle to make a living throughout your entire career as an artist.
THREE
Study art. Become an academic. Pursue acceptance by making art for “art’s sake” having a bent towards historical significance. Associate with local academics, but only to create contacts as most local academics associated with local endeavours, are for the most part failed artists, and or art teachers. Also, enter national competitions, pursue project grants through the various Art Councils, and most of all expect to never be recognized in your lifetime.
I also thought it necessary to point out that there is nothing romantic about making art. The romance of art only exists in the minds of history teachers, and in historical publications written by failed artists, and academics. Art is all about frustration, disappointment, and an insane need to express one’s self.
Now, some might take exception to what I'm about to say, but during my 35 years spent working at becoming an artist I personally knew a lot of artists, really good artists. With but a very few exceptions, however, none made a decent living, and most were dependant upon support from a relative, patron, or worked part-time at something other than art.
There's a lot of art being made in Canada, mostly by amateurs influenced by romantic notion spewed by academics writing endless books dealing with the life and times of the Group of Seven, Tom Thomson, and their contemporaries. Somehow, if one wishes to be an artist here in Canada, one must turn a blind eye/ear to the romance and just get on with it, believing that there is relevance to what you're doing, and that perhaps, just perhaps, long after you've departed someone might understand and appreciate your efforts.
The Artist
What if
one day
having grown old with not much left
you discover that your life had been,
ill spent,
wasted,
on an impossible dream?
How would you feel?
How would you respond?
Would you be upset?
Would you be sad?
Would you waste time feeling bad?
Would you be ashamed,
embarrassed,
realizing that others knew,
but didn’t share
what everyone knew?
Or,
Would you continue the impossible dream, and
and continue to live the life of a fool,
believing
fullfillment
after your death?
EAS(Does it matter?)
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