More on the work that it takes to being an “Artist”.
The last couple of weeks I’ve been watching Roger Federer and Tiger Woods and what I can say about both is that they never look like they are struggling. They go about doing their jobs in a calm and committed way. I think they are able to do this because of the amount time they spent on getting and staying good. Both of these athletes (any many others) I consider to be artist They are not dependant on some outside authority to define them, like the “Art Elite” or the “Art Establishment” Watching them I am emotionally moved by their play. I find myself going “wow” when Tiger hits a putt into the hole from what looks like 50 feet away.
If I were fortunate enough to study tennis with Federer it is doubtful that I would ever play the game in such a beautiful and artistic way. But if I put in the time and was as committed to the work I could eventually create my own beautiful and artistic way of playing the game.
I think this is the same for painters. When I first came back to painting, after being lost for a time, I would only refer to myself as a painter and only at the point that I believed that I was creating an emotional impact on the viewer did I start to speak of myself as an “Artist”. (Not at all suggesting that others do this, this is just my own personal madness) People were hearing what I was saying in my paintings (like a secret code). Like magic. I was amazed, caused my paintings don’t look like Dinnerstein, Peter Cox, Laffel, or Ted Seth Jacobs and others that I studied with. My paintings kind of look like my paintings.
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