For the Art of It
The other day, I stumbled upon the HBO series, Masterclass. I was reluctant to view it at first because I don’t typically watch documentaries about art. However, since nothing else on tv interested me at the time, I settled down to watch an episode on OnDemand. That led to me watching several episodes, one after the other. In a word, Masterclass is fantastic. Each episode features a well known working artist who mentors a group of young student artists. It’s a fascinating look into the artistic process. So far each mentor has inspired the young artists to work outside of their own imposed artistic boxes.
Upon viewing Masterclass, I wondered what would have happened if I had devoted myself to developing my art. As a child I was happiest when drawing, reading or writing. I was highly excited to learn to play the recorder at school and had dreams of one day learning the piano, violin or the flute.
But I have this annoying practical side to my personality so I told myself to indulge my interests in career-worthy ambitions like the sciences and treat everything else like a hobby. I suppose I can blame this sense of practicality on being a first-born child who understood a little too well what a lack of money meant. I was also the official family smarty-pants who was meant to go further in life than her parents had.
So I ask the eternal question, “What if?”
Yet, I know the truth. I am highly impatient with the process of making art. I have a brain that has me try to juggle several ideas at once, scarcely finishing one project before starting another. Then there’s the fact that although I have a natural aptitude toward various types of art, I only ever dabble. I don’t think I could ever devote myself to just one thing. This is why I don’t think I could call myself an Artist.
However, whether or not I devote myself to art or call myself an Artist, there is value in me pursuing my creative side. When I create art, I’m forced to think outside of the box. I’m forced to see the subtleties and details of the world. And my art becomes a way for the world to see how I view it.
Watching Masterclass has done more than entertain any notions of artistic regret that may linger in me. It has reinforced the truth that life is only but a spell. Art is proof that we were here and that we had something to say. I’m inspired to leave sticky, artistic fingerprints behind on this Earth.