A forthright friend recently commented, “How strange that
you are an artist, and yet you are so rigid with your time. So structured.
Where’s the passion?”
To which I wish I had replied: “Talent and passion don’t just
transform themselves into books and paintings. That takes discipline. And one
person’s passion can look a whole lot different than someone else’s.”
After my undelivered comeback, I continued to think about
the misconception of artists as excitable partiers who throw together masterpieces
in between ongoing bouts of binge drinking and orgies.
True, some of the most prolific artists in history were at
least a little bit zany, but they were productive; they showed up, they worked,
they finished their work. The evidence of their discipline is found on library
shelves, theater stages, and museum walls.
Discipline is the artist’s friend. It is the ability to tell
your time and talents where to go . . .
and to follow your own instructions.
To those of you who build a structure to house your
passions, your creativity applauds you. It has a safe and reliable place to
come home to daily.
Sure, the best ideas often happen while outside of that
structure—walking in the woods, staring at a bowl of oranges, standing in line
at the post office. But my idea for a poem or a painting will only become a poem or painting if I steward that
idea with discipline.
And as for passion, it looks different for everyone. It’s
not necessarily loud. It won’t always set off the smoke alarm or leave stains
on the furniture. It doesn’t have to get kicked out of movie theaters or small
countries to exist. Passion can be blooming in the quietest person in the room,
the one with a revelation she’s trying to find a way to share with the world.
I took the picture of my alarm clock when it rang this
morning . . . very early. I don’t always like that thing. I don’t always listen
to it. But that little face is a foundational part of my creativity structure.
I wish my productivity peaked late in the evening like it does for fellow
artists I know. Mine doesn’t. So I honor
my version; I wake up my talents and passions, sleepy as they are, and we all
sip our coffee and get on with the business of creating.
That creation time is never rigid. It is deep and wild. Mystical
and mysterious. Full of a richness that I’d only know if I committed to
entering it.
Yes, passion can look like puffy eyes lit by a laptop screen
at 5:30 in the morning. Really.
2 comments:
Anna, this was so good I posted it as a guest article on my blog and on my social media sites. Great writing and great insight. Thanks.
There is an emotion that signifies the artists, a kind of fire that can smolder or burst out in flames at different times - call it passion. I for my part learned that it's a kind of urgency, an evaluation of time as life's matter - that makes the artist a thoroughly dedicated - passionate, disciplined - worker of world history. The artist follows a different pattern, another grid than society. Pathfinder, forerunner, trail blazer, avant Garde - out in the wild you have to be on guard all the time. Discipline here is different from civilized obedience. When I made a documentary film about a famous artist who had the reputation of being ruthlessly chaotic, drinker, brute, irascible, unstoppably creative, impossible to reign . . . - it turned out there never was a problem. He was always on time without exception, he worked disciplined and constructively in every detail - I understood, it is a matter of importance, of emphasis. His bad reputation had been a matter of perspective. Being on one grid makes another grid invisible. As for the artist - that is the difference - when passion takes command, it automatically, inevitably, turns into discipline. If not, it threatens art - freedom - health - and sanity.
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