Hi. Pretty post. I wanted to comment and spent a few minutes thinking what to say, then realized that I just couldn't make myself express my feelings. I felt a bit attacked as an artist, to be honest, lol. You drawing looks a lot like the drawings I make sometimes. Long-ass nose, but overall pretty cool looking.
I found this painting online. Wanted to share. The painting itself is not my style at all, but the name is. "Only light, nothing less". Perception, images. I always teach it like this when people ask me what I look for when I draw. Light with shapes, or shapes of light.
thank you for sharing. you shouldnt feel attacked - this is written as a provocation of trying to analyze the demise of some aspects of relationships with artists. it is in fact vague for a reason, because the way i wrote it - it could be written from the perspective of the artist themself, warning someone to stay away. it could be written from the perspective of the artists lover, hurt from the relationship but trying to understand the why and how. it could also be written from the artist about loving another artist, or even the internal battle of loving theirself - and finding theirself.
the tone is harsh, yes, but its also soft, because i wanted that internal struggle to be apparent .
hope that makes you like it a little more, or at least to lose the feeling of attack. love to you :)
I feel more attacked by the idea that as an artist I will always show people who don't want to be shown. I don't know if this is true and it bothers me to think that I may be an inherent betrayer of privacies, that my art is by default, and pardon the word, prostituting the ones who've trusted me to keep their secrets safe with me.
I don't feel attacked by you directly, just the idea. Don't worry. <3 Hug.
as difficult as it is to swallow, i absolutely love considering your words as weighted as they are. it is pervasive, maybe not always true, but in many cases is. and in some cases artists shield or protect the identity of those muses, while in other cases muses are celebrated and paraded whether they want it or not. think of every break-up ever written. history is told by the ones who hold the pen, the ones with the voice. every artist is telling their story. every muse is listening.
such an interesting thing to consider, as ive never quite thought of it before. my art is very guided by muses, real muses in real life who have names and their own perspectives and identities. and yes, i drag my feelings into the limelight but i do my best to shield their identity and try not to be so one-sided. it is difficult tho. how does an artist give a voice to a muse? should they? what does it mean for the art?