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"Untitled" by Amy Baran Belonio (oil on canvass)
Sep 09 2016

The Misunderstood Artist

Once, when an acquaintance found out that I interviewed rock musicians for newspapers and magazines, he looked at me incredulously and gulped, “Why would you hang out with a bunch of lazy drug addicts?” I was stunned by his judgmental response but maintained my composure.  Then I calmly explained that since my late teens, I’ve felt a kinship with artists (especially musicians) much like the way someone might find a curious desire to save the whales.  Yes, some artists are narcissists who are in it for the wrong reasons. But what could be more holy than someone baring their soul in the form of a song that relates to others?  A song is like a carrier pigeon sending a message to its Creator.  The message isn’t always pretty but art, in general, seems to be one of the most sincere forms of prayer.

 

I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t get it.  The plight of artists is often misunderstood.

 

It’s been over a decade since that conversation and I don’t think my position has changed much. If anything, I’ve come to believe that everyone is inherently artistic. I’ve never met a person who wouldn’t rather be absorbed in their own unique state of creation and meditation. Maybe they’d rather spend their day trying to distract snails from an abundant tomato plant so they could harvest the fruit. I’ve met people who sell air fresheners for a living but would rather spend their days smearing bright, oozy acrylics across a scratchy white canvass.  The truth is, there’s an artist in all of us because we were all once children whose primary motivation it was to play. That is, until we were systematically indoctrinated into adulthood. As the multi-talented Pablo Picasso postulated, “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”  Children who lose themselves in their creative desires are adorable. They’re even encouraged, “You should be an artist when you grow up!” until they do and then these same individuals face cultural — and sometimes familial — challenges.  Living out one’s inner artist can be a lonely life of deprivation.  So, we artists have been attempting to adapt in different ways.

 

 


“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.”

— Pablo Picasso


 

 

Artists in Denial

After schooling, some go into creative careers like advertising or video production, thinking that a playful work environment will satisfy their nature. But, oftentimes, it doesn’t.  Office politics, rigid strategic guidelines and over-editing often kills the creative. Those who stick it out in these jobs can earn a respectable salary and fit in with society.  But in some artist’s families, anything short of a career as a doctor or a lawyer is a blemish to the family name.  Still, despite Darwinian logic, social and parental heeding, some artists — whose blood runs hot and thick with unstoppable creativity — are compelled to declare themselves a full-time artist.  Why? Because abandoning their art would be far worse than being ostracized. As one musician privately shared with me, “I don’t want to be a musician. I have to.”

 

 

The secret desire of almost every creative person I’ve met (including myself) is to let the artistic soul breathe and flourish in the hopes that the world will mysteriously conspire to make that process livable and sustainable. She believes that when she creates, she transforms into a vessel for the Truth; whether that Truth is beautiful, ugly, sarcastic or reprehensible.  It’s a communal thing, not a colony thing.  C.S. Lewis wrote, “We read to know we are not alone.” While this is true, it seems all art is created so we know we are not alone – that we are not just ants.  More selfishly, this artist longs to have her work recognized the way human life is validated when a fetal heartbeat is detected on an ultrasound. She wants her heartbeat to be heard otherwise she feels nonexistent. But, of course, most artists, (even the “successful” ones) don’t get recognized which means they also don’t earn enough money to pay off loans and bills. When the world doesn’t conspire the way she hoped it would, more choices must be made.  As the French painter, Henri Matisse, advised, “You have to be stronger than your gifts to protect them.”

 


More selfishly, this artist longs to have her work recognized the way human life is validated when a fetal heartbeat is detected on an ultrasound.


 

 

Doing it Alone

Someone with an “I can take care of myself” personality might consciously abandon his art for a while and get a “real job” that isn’t very creative. That is, until his inner whisper to create gets louder and louder.  He might try to solicit his talent to the company like a dog leaves a dead mouse in its food bowl as an honorable gift for its owners.  But when the dead mouse offering fails, he resorts to secretly using the company time to satisfy the rebellious artist within.  To this point, I remember watching a co-worker stay in the office long after all of the bosses left so he could use the laser printer and run off copies of his screenplays. Unbeknownst to his employer, he probably ran off thousands of pages.  He’s now living in L.A. as a screenwriter.  More often, however, the employee maintains a double life as a worker and a secret artist while the company turns a blind eye so long as the work is getting done.  But for the artist, this career choice represents a life of entrapment and frustration.  As Picasso protested, “When you have something to say, to express, any submission becomes unbearable in the long run.  One must have the courage to make a living from one’s vocation.  The ‘second career’ is an illusion!”  Which leads us to the starving artist.

 

 

"Abstract" by Steve Brodwolf (acrylic on canvass)

“Abstract” by Steve Brodwolf (acrylic on canvass)

 

 

There’s another route the self-sufficient personality takes:  Instead of getting a “real job,” she might dig her proverbial heels into the murky sod by refusing to “sell out” and drain her life savings as she spends a year or two trying to make it as a full-time artist.  She’s most comfortable hanging with other artists;  couch-crashing and dime-digging between dust mite-infested cushions for survival.  And when she has a few dollars to spare, she spends it on supporting other local artists.  And this brings me back to the acquaintance I mentioned at the beginning.  What most lapsed-artists don’t understand is that the life of an artist is holy in that there’s self sacrifice and a commitment to charity.  When a local band goes to support another local band’s gig, the experience actually mimics the feeling one gets when they’ve given to a good cause.  The trouble, of course, is that in the context of starving artists, the hands of giving and the hands of receiving are constantly rotating; And artistic poverty is perceived to be a choice rather than the unavoidable circumstance of the disenfranchised.

 

 

Probably the most ideal career route of an artist is to diversify artistic endeavors.  Since we’re not living in the Baroque period, maybe a sculptor can get paid teaching pottery classes through the local junior college while also working at a four-star restaurant so she can network and sell handcrafted dishes while she gets commissioned to sculpt busts for independent art collectors.   Having multiple sources of income helps pay the bills.  However, this overactive, overworked lifestyle can also deplete a person over time. An artist in their 20’s might be able to juggle three or four artistic jobs but as she rises into middle age, the routine becomes exhausting.

 

 

"Search for the New Land" by Marta Klarowicz (acrylic on canvass)

“Search for the New Land” by Marta Klarowicz (acrylic on canvass)

 

 

Artists Seeking Support

There are artists who subconsciously seek out a dependent when they realize the universe is not cooperating. The supporter (usually a lapsed artist themselves) is responsible, diligently checking off the milestones of the American Dream and in doing so, underwrites the artist’s journey. However, when the inequities of the relationship start to reveal themselves, and the investor isn’t seeing the strong dividends he or she expected, the relationship starts to falter. The sad reality is that the people who inspire the artist are usually not the same people who support their daily existence. Put bluntly:  Active artists are inspired by other active artists.  So caught in stagnation, this artist finds ways to escape while simultaneously clinging to security.

 

 

The artists I’ve interviewed the most escape their ordinary world by going to and putting on live shows. More than just a performance, concerts are really snatches of time that represent what life could be like if everyone surrendered to music. Outsiders misunderstand the scene as a place for egos and self-indulgence.  And it definitely can resemble that.  But it can also be a holy communion with others. The energy that comes from a band that’s connecting with one another, connecting with its audience and soulfully grappling with humanity on a stage is profound. After the show, it’s as if a beautiful world diminishes as each person gets forced back into that complicated system of survival – riddled with social mores and folkways.

 

 

So, how can the artists get along with lapsed-artists and vice versa? The answer might be tolerance.

 

 

If, as a country, we’re developing a tolerance for people who can’t help being “different,” then being a lifelong artist should be on that list. And maybe the supporters need to ask themselves these questions: Are you disappointed in the artist you currently support or are you mad at yourself for rejecting your inner artist?  Have you considered that maybe you’re really mad at America for constantly upgrading “the dream” that’s become unsustainable as it takes its toll on the human spirit? Whatever your answers might be, it’s important to recognize that we’re all taking a journey here on Storybook Earth. American Culture might’ve titled every chapter for you (childhood, college, career, dating, marriage, mortgage, children, retirement, etc), but at some point, you might need to consider that you are your own artist creating yourself.

 

 

And for the artist, you might want to ask yourself these questions: Whose voice comes through your art? What are you releasing through your art? Is it possible that the refusal to “sell out” is really the over-identification with your art? Yourself? Are you afraid of losing yourself or that you’re already lost?

 

 


Are you afraid of losing yourself or that you’re already lost?


 

 

And in Conclusion…

I’m not exactly sure why these words just spilled out of me.  Maybe the real reason I’m writing this is that I’m at crossroads (again) where I’ve been putting my art out there and the universe has not (yet) risen up.  Once again, I have to step up my “real job” which will steal even more time away from writing and drumming.  Author and New Thought minister, Michael Bernard Beckwith, describes the dark night of the soul as a time when you’re not who you used to be and not yet who you’re going to be. These days I feel like I’m a piece of art that has always known who she wants to be but isn’t sure if the artist making her shares the same vision. Hopefully, this life force that’s now pulling me (no longer pushing me) has something even better in store than anything I could’ve ever imagined.

 

And, I hope the same happens for you too…

 

 

The featured image is “Untitled” (Oil on canvass) by Amy Baran Belonio.  For more artwork by Amy Baran Belonio, click here.

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Julie Simmons
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Julie Simmons is an American music journalist and music blogger. She's written for numerous national publications, including: the Chicago Tribune, UTNE Reader, Paste, Harp, Reverb and Tom-Tom magazine. Throughout her music writing career, she's interviewed hundreds of musicians in addition to movie directors and industry leaders such as: Peter Gabriel, Suzanne Vega, Dr Demento, M Ward, Jeff Bridges and Scott Crawford. While studying English and African American Literature at the University of Notre Dame, Simmons served as the Student Union Board's Music Commissioner and later, as the Head of Hospitality. In these positions, she organized and hosted concerts for artists/bands including: Tracy Chapman, The Indigo Girls, Gin Blossoms, Blues Travelers, They Might Be Giants and others. She also helped launch and promote the University's first all-student CD, Incubus. Simmons developed her unique writing style through undergraduate and master's level creative writing courses at Notre Dame. At the university's 26th annual Sophomore Literary Festival, she was invited to stand in for Pulitzer Prize winner, Edward Albee, and read an excerpt from one of her own short stories. She was a late-night deejay at WSND, playing global rock music. And, before graduating, she was credited in Music Perception Journal (University of California Press) for her role in researching "Timbre Reliance in Nonmusicians' and Musicians' Memory for Melodies" through Notre Dame's Psychology Department. Following graduation, Simmons frequented Chicago's music scene. She was observing (and occasionally reading) original beat poetry at Chicago's Green Mill Poetry Slam when the Internet started to explode with webzines covering a burgeoning indie rock scene. For the next seven years, Simmons worked at Draft FCB (formerly Foote, Cone & Belding) as an advertising account management executive in Chicago by day while moonlighting as a music journalist by night. After having children, she took a break from music writing but returned in 2015 when she launched MusicMakesYouThink.com.

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  • Marta Klarowicz
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    Thanks Julie. Truth and healing. I suffer greatly when I feel like I am not creating. It puts me in a void, where I feel lifeless, dull and everything lacks colour. Your article gives perspective and hope in the sense that this is not a singular experience, but one that is shared by many and the struggles are as well. We must believe and persevere!

    October 28, 2016 at 10:54 pm
  • Dawn
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    I love this! Every sentence holds a truth, which makes the overall impact of the essay that much better! I think you should make this into a book. From my perspective, when an action (creating art or playing sports or taking care of children, etc.) just “spills out” of a person – it’s like magic; it’s like finding your purpose and your talent. For most of use, you get a glimpse of it this now and then, but if it’s not nurtured, it sits dormant and you forget it exists.

    I remember my mom saying that when she played tennis and was in a rhythm, it felt like she was flying. I don’t think she was meant to be a professional tennis player… but, she loved it. When you feel like you’re flying and you excel at it, I suppose that’s when it becomes a “calling.” Well, I am not exactly sure about this. I suppose it depends on what “excel” means and to whom. Anyway, please make this a book. I want to read MORE.

    October 28, 2016 at 11:32 pm
  • Kirsten
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    Your talent with words is only secondary to your talent of expression in song. Love you and hope that your cosmic world lines up with your material world so that once again your creativity is left for us all to discover and appreciate. You’re an amazing woman with a heart and a passion — may nothing in life allow either of those two things to be dampened.

    October 29, 2016 at 1:12 am
  • greg suhar
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    Julie, I always love reading your art. Thanks for sharing and baring your soul.

    October 29, 2016 at 7:21 pm
  • Katie Copenhaver
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    Julie, your essay reminded me of this speech by Robin Williams’s character in “Dead Poets’ Society,” which incorporates a Walt Whitman poem, “O Me! O Life!” and which was used in an Apple commercial a few years ago. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3cPDbcRb8w
    You have definitely contributed “your verse” to the conversation about the meaning of art and the meaning of life, and how they intersect. Thank you.

    October 30, 2016 at 8:41 am
  • Amazing insight and writing. Keep up the good work. Follow your dreams….and believe.

    October 31, 2016 at 5:57 am
  • You are a drummer and a poet. The language and imagery in this piece made me stop and reread, or stop and make a note. I believe this post sits inside anyone struggling to fit in while creating. Thank you.

    November 2, 2016 at 4:55 am
  • Julie–What you write about the holiness and giftedness of creativity is both brave and true and, I can attest, supported by centuries of artists writing about art. Making it work financially is tough, but that fact is made even harder for people who have been told that artists are “self-indulgent.” Artists are in fact the most self-disciplined people on the planet. I’m an historian and I’ve written about the genuine holiness of art in “Confronting Religious Absolutism,” which was published yesterday. If you will contact me through my website, CatherineMWallace.com, I’ll send you a copy. And I’ll be back to read more of your posts!! And thanks too for the gorgeous artwork included in your posts. I need to track that down as well. Peace, Cate

    November 3, 2016 at 3:25 am
  • Stephanie
    Reply

    Great article Julie!

    November 8, 2016 at 10:15 pm
  • Simply wonderful and spot on!

    November 28, 2016 at 11:40 pm

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