"so what do you do?"
it's my favorite introduction-phase question to ask.
"well, i work at the bank..."
"no, i mean what do you really do?"
i'm not really interested in where you work, i'm looking for a major piece of what defines you as a person. i'm talking about art, and i believe everyone has at least one, but many don't realize what it is. never giving it any consideration, i assume there are a lot of people that never figure it out.
i see it as an invisible truck speeding through the universe that's dragging you behind--the thing that you do and feel like you have no choice but to keep doing it, regardless of what what other people think about it and every time you do it, you feel an internal drive to do it better than last time.
you love to do it; it almost feels like a duty, and it certainly doesn't only apply to the traditional arts/crafts like music, dance, drawing/painting/sculpting, etc...it could be mowing the lawn or cleaning the house, but it's something--i feel that when people claim to do nothing or say that living is their art, it's a cop-out answer.
mine is music; i talk about it a lot. maybe it's really communication and expression, but music is my favorite medium, my favorite canvas. i love it and hate it--i love doing it and making it, but i always feel like when it's done, that i've settled on the final product. my fatal flaw is that i seek perfection; yeah, i'm aware of what Eugene Delacroix has to say about that, but it seems like i should be able to attain it, being that all the songs i write and make are my own. kind of like gems carved out of a stone that are flawed by the chisel held by a heavy-handed rookie, but more like quilts made of millions of tiny pieces of myself and my inspirations.
it takes a person only a couple weeks of training to consider themselves a soldier in the army, only a couple days of school to call themselves a student, but after almost two decades of constantly making music i still have a hard time calling myself an artist. it seems pretentious to me, but i secretly love it when others call me one. in my world, i'm not an artist, i'm a passionist--just a guy who passes time by making albums of music. i'm not a chef, i've just been trained by one and know how to cook like one. i'm not a writer, i'm an expresser. i probably won't be any more of a teacher than i always have been--i'm just a guy that likes to help people find the keys that expand their world and help them to understand it better.
so...that's what i do.
it's my favorite introduction-phase question to ask.
"well, i work at the bank..."
"no, i mean what do you really do?"
i'm not really interested in where you work, i'm looking for a major piece of what defines you as a person. i'm talking about art, and i believe everyone has at least one, but many don't realize what it is. never giving it any consideration, i assume there are a lot of people that never figure it out.
i see it as an invisible truck speeding through the universe that's dragging you behind--the thing that you do and feel like you have no choice but to keep doing it, regardless of what what other people think about it and every time you do it, you feel an internal drive to do it better than last time.
you love to do it; it almost feels like a duty, and it certainly doesn't only apply to the traditional arts/crafts like music, dance, drawing/painting/sculpting, etc...it could be mowing the lawn or cleaning the house, but it's something--i feel that when people claim to do nothing or say that living is their art, it's a cop-out answer.
mine is music; i talk about it a lot. maybe it's really communication and expression, but music is my favorite medium, my favorite canvas. i love it and hate it--i love doing it and making it, but i always feel like when it's done, that i've settled on the final product. my fatal flaw is that i seek perfection; yeah, i'm aware of what Eugene Delacroix has to say about that, but it seems like i should be able to attain it, being that all the songs i write and make are my own. kind of like gems carved out of a stone that are flawed by the chisel held by a heavy-handed rookie, but more like quilts made of millions of tiny pieces of myself and my inspirations.
it takes a person only a couple weeks of training to consider themselves a soldier in the army, only a couple days of school to call themselves a student, but after almost two decades of constantly making music i still have a hard time calling myself an artist. it seems pretentious to me, but i secretly love it when others call me one. in my world, i'm not an artist, i'm a passionist--just a guy who passes time by making albums of music. i'm not a chef, i've just been trained by one and know how to cook like one. i'm not a writer, i'm an expresser. i probably won't be any more of a teacher than i always have been--i'm just a guy that likes to help people find the keys that expand their world and help them to understand it better.
so...that's what i do.
"the artist who aims at perfection is everything achieves it in nothing." eugene delacroix
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