Art: Yes to the gold and the mud

11206048_10204911415565109_790475502880550621_nI have been in the arts most all my life…I don’t know of one artists worth their salt that hasn’t had to view this world with painful honesty as to both what they saw outside themselves, and from within…Naturally all great Musicians, Writers, and Poets take this infliction and make their choice as to what to do with these painful, and or joyful perspectives: weather to then turn around and paint a picture that resonates the beauty that has been magnified by this very pain, (and or joyful view), or paint a picture of the pain itself in it’s harsh actuality . The outcome of these decisions could be what makes a – Kahlil Gibran, or a Franz Kafka, – a Lord Byron, or a Charles Bukowski – a Penderecki, or a Dubusy – a John Coltrane or a Hubert Laws – even a Jimmy Hendrix, or a John Denver…The ONE THING for me is; that the artist always be honest; whether he or she offends or uplifts, brings joy or sadness, anger or tranquility, this or that, to his or her audience…That, and to be authentic in nature…Hermann Hesse says it quite well…Hesse cuts right to the bone here, and the artist is the recipient of the slice in my view, he is directing this to himself as well…People who love Art can choose what that care to embrace, the Artists has to walk into the storm if he or she are to be effective and true to their own nature as Artists…

Hermann Hesse

“There is no escape. You can’t be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death. Say yes to everything, shirk nothing. Don’t try to lie to yourself. You are not a solid citizen. You are not a Greek. You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself. You are a bird in the storm. Let it storm! Let it drive you! How much have you lied! A thousand times, even in your poems and books, you have played the harmonious man, the wise man, the happy, the enlightened man. In the same way, men attacking in war have played heroes, while their bowels twitched. My God, what a poor ape, what a fencer in the mirror man is- particularly the artist- particularly myself!”
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