Whoa!! Sorry! It’s been way too long since I’ve been on here!
The family reunion was brilliant; it was wonderful to relax, spend time with family, and enjoy the beautiful Cape Cod scenery and food all at the same time!
I came home rested, bug-bitten, sunburned and rejuvenated. Then the madness of catching up with work set in, one thing led to another, and well… I just checked the last date of my blog posts, and… yeah, oops!
So on to today’s topic: parenting your artwork. Yep, I’m going there. :-d
Every artist knows that feeling. That picture, that sculpture, song, poem, design… It’s YOUR baby! And it has to be Perfect! No note out of tune, no line blurred, no scratch blemishing the surface… And Heaven forbid anyone say it’s flawed!
Think of your artistic creations like kids. They have lives of their own, and hard as you try, you can’t control them; you can only make them, and guide them, then stand back and hope for the best.
No matter how much you edit, how hard you practice, how many hours you slave over it, perfection will elude you. Get ready to hear the critics speak. Get ready to take rejection. Get ready to bite your lip and listen to feedback with an open mind… Cuz you’re gonna get it. It’s the nature of the business, baby, and believe it or not, it means growth. Nobody is perfect, and consequently, neither is your art. But it’s yours, and if you don’t believe in it in spite of the criticism and rejection, no one will. Just like parenting. Yep, you will have to spend the money, you’ll get bad report cards, you will even get messes and bad behavior no matter how often you scold and nag. Get used to it. It’s all part of artistic parenting.
At some point, be ready to let your baby fly, and let go. Then develop a thick skin, and tough it out; it’s part of being an artist. You will hear “No.” You will hear “Bad.” You will hear “expensive.” And you wil feel hurt, frustrated and angry. There is no way around it; there is no cure for it; and if you can’t tough it out, art is not the long-term career for you. Being a professional artist takes savvy, courage and obstinacy. When the rest of the world says no, you have to be able to look your artwork in the heart, and say “YES!” Believe in your work so completely that nothing and no one can shake your determination. Practice resiliency. Listen to the feedback you get. It’s necessary, hard as it is to hear.
Go artistically where the money is, or you won’t last long. It may mean you have to write romance instead of fantasy, or play pop instead of blues, but if you want to make a living at art, you have to be flexible and roll with the cravings and needs of your audience. Your art defines you, but your flexability defines your paycheck.
Last but not least, the best artists are business people. Know your industry, know the ins, the outs, the whos, the whats and the hows. Know the wheres and whens, and be there. Success doesn’t often come knocking on your door and invite itself in. You have to put yourself out there, and do the work. If you know a ton of music execs are showing up to a friend’s show tomorrow night, show up dressed for success, and with your demo in hand. Let them see your face and know your name. If you hear of an audition, go sit in the rain for 6 hours and dance, then do the same thing the next day before the same judge. Eventually, she’ll realize you’re dedicated, and it’ll be another star in you book with her, even though your style isn’t quite what she’s looking for. She’s more likely to call the face she knows then the one girl who shows up once and does well. Just because one publisher rejects you doesn’t mean your work is bad; it may just not be what they have the budget to sell right now.
So, to sum up, you do have a parental role in the creative process, but know where to be flexible, and know where to stand strong. Toughen up, shed your fear, do the work, follow your dreams, and wake up to reality. Then… let go!
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
What is the Secret of artistic Success?
I heard a very inspiring talk at a church event this week, and I wanted to pass it on to you.
There was an old man, a wise man. Perhaps the wisest man in the world. He was seen by the entire world as sitting at the pinnacle of success in every aspect of his life.
A young man decided to go to the old wise man and ask what the secret to success was. Wouldn’t we all like to know that one?
“What is the secret to success?” he asked.
The old man smiled and said: “hatif tiwohut srwok seidad.”
“What?” said the younger man. “I don’t know that language.”
“Yes, you do,” the old man replied. “I’ll tell you a story, then you must go off for a year and think about it. AT the end of the year, come back and tell me what you’ve learned.
“There are two young men I know of,” the old man recited. “Both want to be doctors. One has read every book ever written about medicine, watched every film ever made, and talked to every doctor he could find. The other studied hard, and in every way he could, prepared himself for his training as a doctor thrugh learning and public service.
“Now go an ponder,” the old man said.
The next year, the young man returned, discouraged, to sit at the feet of the old wise man. “I can’t figure it out,” he sighed.
“Tell me what you’ve learned so far,” the old man said in a kind and patient voice.
“Prepare yourself in all things?”
The old man shook his head and smiled. “That is important,” he replied, “but it is not quite the secret of success. I’ll tell you another story,” he said. “Come back in a year and again, tell me what you have discovered.
“Two children were with their mothers, shopping for the holidays, when they saw a homeless family huddled in the cold under a bridge, beneath ragged blankets, with no food, and a tiny fire for warmth and light. Both children asked their parents what the family was doing sitting out in the cold.
“The mothers explained sadly that the family had no home to live in. They had no money to buy food, and no holiday gifts to look forward to.
“The first child went home, and sat before the Christmas tree in his living room. He looked at all the presents with his name on them stacked beneath that tree. He thought about what it must feel like to be a boy with no presents on Christmas, and he grew very sad. He ate his Christmas dinner, and thought about how awful it would be to have no food to eat.
“The second child finished shopping with her mother. When they got home, she went immediately to the kitchen, and began gathering things. She went to her parents and asked them to collect all the Yule gifts they had for her. With their help, she made a big pot of good wholesome stew, a loaf of dark bread, and a lovely pie. They gathered fresh fruit and nuts from their garden, and brought the food and the gifts back to the bridge, to the hungry family shivering in the cold. They covered the family in warm clothes, fed them, and sat with them sharing stories and smiles late into the night.
“Now go and ponder” the old man told the young man.
Another year passed and the young man returned. “Act with kindness and charity? Give?” he told the old man when asked what he’d learned.
“That is a key to the secret of success,” the old man said. “You come closer. But I must tell you another story.”
He told another story, and another and another, year after year. Ten years elapsed, and the young man returned for his yearly visit frustrated and still unsuccessful at figuring out the secret of success. Every year, the old man said he had found a key, or come closer, but the young man never quite found what he sought.
The old man always smiled, told a story, then said “Go and ponder.”
Then one year, the old man said something new. He asked the young man, “all the lessons you’ve learned from my stories, son, have you put them into motion in your own life?”
The young man thought long and hard before answering. “Some of them,” he said truthfully. “Not all. I could do better.”
“Then go this year, and put all the lessons into practice. Do that which you have learned. Go, and ponder.”
A year later, the young man arrived with a glowing countenance and a springing step. “I know the secret of success!” he proclaimed joyfully.
“Tell me,” said the old man.
“Faith without works is dead,” the young man said.
The old man just nodded silently and smiled. “Yes.”
Books and stories say things just happen to you. Synchronicity is wonderful, and it is very real, but don’t you think if things are lining up in your life along every step that it might just mean God is helping you out because you are helping yourself? God sent you here, he didn’t come himself. No doubt he could have accomplished with a look what it took you a lifetime to do, but he sent you. That means that no one else in all the generations of time can do what you are able to do in this moment. He Chose You!
if we depend on serendipity to propel us through all the big things in our lives, we become like a ship floating on the ocean, just waiting for the wind to catch the sail, rather than turning to find the wind. We have no captain at the helm directing our path, ensuring we get safely to the right port of call. You could pull a Christopher Collumbus, which isn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t what you set out to accomplish.
It’s not enough to just dream. You must act upon your dreams, do that which can bring your goals closer to your physical hands. To live with unrealized dreams is to cheat yourself, and kill the wings of your soul and spirit.
Faith without works is dead.
We had fun figuring out the anagrams, but you could have heard a pin drop in that room when we finally got it.
It’s so easy to go through life day by day, going to work, taking care of friends and family, meeting obligations, doing life. We come up with these great ideas, and shove them in that mental closet, promising ourselves we’ll get to it someday. Last summer, I realized I might not get a someday. It’s something I’ve known all my life—people die—but facing neurosurgery kind of laid it out in black and white before me and there was nothing I could do but walk up to it and accept it. So don’t have faith that someday will happen, make your someday happen.
It’s so easy to feel selfish if we steal time for ourselves to put toward our own dreams. It’s selfish to hole up in your cave on a Friday night and write the novel you hope will get you your first publishing contract, rather than going out with your girlfriends to help get your best friend over that guy she just broke up with. But the publisher you want is now accepting manuscripts in your genre, and if you really work hard, you know you can get it in to them. But the more you put toward the art, it feels like the less you give to your friends and family.
Guess what? If they are real friends, they’ll see your dedication for what it truly is, and they’ll believe in you and your vision. They’ll be ringing your doorbell bringing you dinner so you don’t have to get up from the desk and go cook when you’re so deep in writing the climax you can’t get out. And if they’re REALLY good friends, they’ll add your favorite candy or treat to their care package, because they know you need the boost. A good friend doesn’t mind picking up the slack in your life when art calls. And yes, it’s okay for you to ask them for help! That’s why we have friends, to share, to help, to love and to rejoice with when you do finally get that publishing contract. You’re friend will feel accomplished to for having helped you, so don’t deprive them or yourself of that victory.
Before you say I’m nuts, and life doesn’t work that way, know that I’m speaking from experience. Surround yourself with friends who believe in your artwork. Sometimes other artists are best, and sometimes not, everybody is different.
And before you say it, yes, good friends are hard to find.
I’m lucky enough to have a few who have stuck by me through life, art, and all of the accompanying challenges. There are those who decided that I wasn’t worth waiting around for every time I got to a point where I had to put my art and service before my friendships. But we’re each called to something different in life, called to do different things on this earth. The truest friend will understand that, and know that I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if they need me, and vice versa. A true friend understands my phases of frenzied creation, and I don’t have to worry about giving myself completely to the art. Those true friends will be there waiting when I get back.
I love my friends and family very much, and my dedication to my callings in life never diminishes that love. It just means I have a fine line to balnce on between devoting myself to what I came to earth to do, and devoting myself to helping those I love. When the two things come into conflict, it’s very hard on me, but I know that the true friends, the ones who love me and understand me, will still be there when the storm of creation blows over.
Being an artist is not selfish. Giving time and sacrificing to create is not selfish, it is answering the call of that dream, that vision that God planted in your soul. Being an artist is not the hedonistic, starvation-ridden, fruitless lifestyle the world makes it out to be. You can be an artist and be responsible. You can be an artist and be “normal.” You are an artist, and you are still subject to the laws of humanity. :-d It is the law of nature that a healthy baby bird will spread its wings and try to fly. If it does not, it will eventually die of starvation or as prey to a predator. A healthy human baby will learn to crawl, then get to its feet and practice walking, then running, dancing, leaping. Artists have the same urge within them to exercise their talents of creation. If we do not practice creation and strengthen our fledgling wings or spread our full-grown wings regularly, they will atrophy and become crippled and unable to bear weight. Those wings are your ticket to freedom and success, so have faith that God gave the to you because you are supposed to use them. It is not enough for the hawk just to know he has wings. He must unfhurl them and fly to hunt and eat. If he does not, he dies. Feed your spirit. Have faith that God knew what he was doing in giving you this all-consuming urge to create.
I pray you have people inyour life who understand your calling to create, and who support you in that. I pray that this aspect of art is not a struggle for you, and that you can accomplish that high-wire balancing act with grace, agility and joy.
Namaste,
-Sassy
PS. Thanks go to cam Walker for the secret of success story and the anagrams. I paraphrased, and I hope I didn’t kill it. :-d Thanks, Bishop Walker!
There was an old man, a wise man. Perhaps the wisest man in the world. He was seen by the entire world as sitting at the pinnacle of success in every aspect of his life.
A young man decided to go to the old wise man and ask what the secret to success was. Wouldn’t we all like to know that one?
“What is the secret to success?” he asked.
The old man smiled and said: “hatif tiwohut srwok seidad.”
“What?” said the younger man. “I don’t know that language.”
“Yes, you do,” the old man replied. “I’ll tell you a story, then you must go off for a year and think about it. AT the end of the year, come back and tell me what you’ve learned.
“There are two young men I know of,” the old man recited. “Both want to be doctors. One has read every book ever written about medicine, watched every film ever made, and talked to every doctor he could find. The other studied hard, and in every way he could, prepared himself for his training as a doctor thrugh learning and public service.
“Now go an ponder,” the old man said.
The next year, the young man returned, discouraged, to sit at the feet of the old wise man. “I can’t figure it out,” he sighed.
“Tell me what you’ve learned so far,” the old man said in a kind and patient voice.
“Prepare yourself in all things?”
The old man shook his head and smiled. “That is important,” he replied, “but it is not quite the secret of success. I’ll tell you another story,” he said. “Come back in a year and again, tell me what you have discovered.
“Two children were with their mothers, shopping for the holidays, when they saw a homeless family huddled in the cold under a bridge, beneath ragged blankets, with no food, and a tiny fire for warmth and light. Both children asked their parents what the family was doing sitting out in the cold.
“The mothers explained sadly that the family had no home to live in. They had no money to buy food, and no holiday gifts to look forward to.
“The first child went home, and sat before the Christmas tree in his living room. He looked at all the presents with his name on them stacked beneath that tree. He thought about what it must feel like to be a boy with no presents on Christmas, and he grew very sad. He ate his Christmas dinner, and thought about how awful it would be to have no food to eat.
“The second child finished shopping with her mother. When they got home, she went immediately to the kitchen, and began gathering things. She went to her parents and asked them to collect all the Yule gifts they had for her. With their help, she made a big pot of good wholesome stew, a loaf of dark bread, and a lovely pie. They gathered fresh fruit and nuts from their garden, and brought the food and the gifts back to the bridge, to the hungry family shivering in the cold. They covered the family in warm clothes, fed them, and sat with them sharing stories and smiles late into the night.
“Now go and ponder” the old man told the young man.
Another year passed and the young man returned. “Act with kindness and charity? Give?” he told the old man when asked what he’d learned.
“That is a key to the secret of success,” the old man said. “You come closer. But I must tell you another story.”
He told another story, and another and another, year after year. Ten years elapsed, and the young man returned for his yearly visit frustrated and still unsuccessful at figuring out the secret of success. Every year, the old man said he had found a key, or come closer, but the young man never quite found what he sought.
The old man always smiled, told a story, then said “Go and ponder.”
Then one year, the old man said something new. He asked the young man, “all the lessons you’ve learned from my stories, son, have you put them into motion in your own life?”
The young man thought long and hard before answering. “Some of them,” he said truthfully. “Not all. I could do better.”
“Then go this year, and put all the lessons into practice. Do that which you have learned. Go, and ponder.”
A year later, the young man arrived with a glowing countenance and a springing step. “I know the secret of success!” he proclaimed joyfully.
“Tell me,” said the old man.
“Faith without works is dead,” the young man said.
The old man just nodded silently and smiled. “Yes.”
Books and stories say things just happen to you. Synchronicity is wonderful, and it is very real, but don’t you think if things are lining up in your life along every step that it might just mean God is helping you out because you are helping yourself? God sent you here, he didn’t come himself. No doubt he could have accomplished with a look what it took you a lifetime to do, but he sent you. That means that no one else in all the generations of time can do what you are able to do in this moment. He Chose You!
if we depend on serendipity to propel us through all the big things in our lives, we become like a ship floating on the ocean, just waiting for the wind to catch the sail, rather than turning to find the wind. We have no captain at the helm directing our path, ensuring we get safely to the right port of call. You could pull a Christopher Collumbus, which isn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t what you set out to accomplish.
It’s not enough to just dream. You must act upon your dreams, do that which can bring your goals closer to your physical hands. To live with unrealized dreams is to cheat yourself, and kill the wings of your soul and spirit.
Faith without works is dead.
We had fun figuring out the anagrams, but you could have heard a pin drop in that room when we finally got it.
It’s so easy to go through life day by day, going to work, taking care of friends and family, meeting obligations, doing life. We come up with these great ideas, and shove them in that mental closet, promising ourselves we’ll get to it someday. Last summer, I realized I might not get a someday. It’s something I’ve known all my life—people die—but facing neurosurgery kind of laid it out in black and white before me and there was nothing I could do but walk up to it and accept it. So don’t have faith that someday will happen, make your someday happen.
It’s so easy to feel selfish if we steal time for ourselves to put toward our own dreams. It’s selfish to hole up in your cave on a Friday night and write the novel you hope will get you your first publishing contract, rather than going out with your girlfriends to help get your best friend over that guy she just broke up with. But the publisher you want is now accepting manuscripts in your genre, and if you really work hard, you know you can get it in to them. But the more you put toward the art, it feels like the less you give to your friends and family.
Guess what? If they are real friends, they’ll see your dedication for what it truly is, and they’ll believe in you and your vision. They’ll be ringing your doorbell bringing you dinner so you don’t have to get up from the desk and go cook when you’re so deep in writing the climax you can’t get out. And if they’re REALLY good friends, they’ll add your favorite candy or treat to their care package, because they know you need the boost. A good friend doesn’t mind picking up the slack in your life when art calls. And yes, it’s okay for you to ask them for help! That’s why we have friends, to share, to help, to love and to rejoice with when you do finally get that publishing contract. You’re friend will feel accomplished to for having helped you, so don’t deprive them or yourself of that victory.
Before you say I’m nuts, and life doesn’t work that way, know that I’m speaking from experience. Surround yourself with friends who believe in your artwork. Sometimes other artists are best, and sometimes not, everybody is different.
And before you say it, yes, good friends are hard to find.
I’m lucky enough to have a few who have stuck by me through life, art, and all of the accompanying challenges. There are those who decided that I wasn’t worth waiting around for every time I got to a point where I had to put my art and service before my friendships. But we’re each called to something different in life, called to do different things on this earth. The truest friend will understand that, and know that I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if they need me, and vice versa. A true friend understands my phases of frenzied creation, and I don’t have to worry about giving myself completely to the art. Those true friends will be there waiting when I get back.
I love my friends and family very much, and my dedication to my callings in life never diminishes that love. It just means I have a fine line to balnce on between devoting myself to what I came to earth to do, and devoting myself to helping those I love. When the two things come into conflict, it’s very hard on me, but I know that the true friends, the ones who love me and understand me, will still be there when the storm of creation blows over.
Being an artist is not selfish. Giving time and sacrificing to create is not selfish, it is answering the call of that dream, that vision that God planted in your soul. Being an artist is not the hedonistic, starvation-ridden, fruitless lifestyle the world makes it out to be. You can be an artist and be responsible. You can be an artist and be “normal.” You are an artist, and you are still subject to the laws of humanity. :-d It is the law of nature that a healthy baby bird will spread its wings and try to fly. If it does not, it will eventually die of starvation or as prey to a predator. A healthy human baby will learn to crawl, then get to its feet and practice walking, then running, dancing, leaping. Artists have the same urge within them to exercise their talents of creation. If we do not practice creation and strengthen our fledgling wings or spread our full-grown wings regularly, they will atrophy and become crippled and unable to bear weight. Those wings are your ticket to freedom and success, so have faith that God gave the to you because you are supposed to use them. It is not enough for the hawk just to know he has wings. He must unfhurl them and fly to hunt and eat. If he does not, he dies. Feed your spirit. Have faith that God knew what he was doing in giving you this all-consuming urge to create.
I pray you have people inyour life who understand your calling to create, and who support you in that. I pray that this aspect of art is not a struggle for you, and that you can accomplish that high-wire balancing act with grace, agility and joy.
Namaste,
-Sassy
PS. Thanks go to cam Walker for the secret of success story and the anagrams. I paraphrased, and I hope I didn’t kill it. :-d Thanks, Bishop Walker!
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