I have Synchronicity on my beside table again, along with my library books on “warm glass”. Jung talks about how once you start thinking about a subject (fish, in his case) then that subject crops up all over the place. Now, this last week has been a little similar … not that it’s a case of synchronicity … just that my mind has picked up a load of similar references in a vague effort to resolve a dilemma.
The dilemma is this question of the Artist and Production.
On the one hand it would be great to be able to live from one’s creativity, but on the other hand, producing Artistic Product is almost an oxymoron….
The first great piece I saw this week was from the pen of Whiskey Day… summing up the problem with great clarity …” There’s nothing to writing….”
Then, on Bryn’s blog,
“Why, Why, why is this artwork of Nessuno and Kicca not crowded?
Why, why, why is there not a constant speechless starring crowd at this sim, which wonders about its magic and is dazzled by the emotion it is expressing?”
I know how difficult it is to make a sim, and how little time you can afford to keep it at SL’s tier prices…
…and so to come to the title of this piece… Pink Floyd, in almost archetypal manner, struggled with the Difficult Second Album after Dark Side … the record company only interested in the Production and the cash. A trap they say they fell into too…
Now, this all came to be relevant for me because I put a piece of jewellery on eBay and faced the possibility that no one would bid. Maybe I would never sell another piece of artwork. Maybe I should just watch the TV .. forever. [that would, of course, never happen as I would soon start carving the sofa into a submarine, or, more likely a tree]
How much money can I invest in glass working when there is no guarantee of ever selling anything?
Wrong question? Probably…
I have this painting on the wall over my computer. The quote is from Gerald Dorn around 1640 I think, and concerns the striving of Alchemists. “The One” meaning “The Stone of The Wise”, eternal life, Nirvana, or as the more unimaginative would have it, turning lead into gold.
Alchemy was called The Art for hundreds of years.
…and there you have it. Art is not about gold, art is about the transformation of the Self. Until “…there be made one thing of thy Self” all attempts at ordering the Outside World will fall short.
Artwork is a shadow on the wall … and it’s value is that of a milestone showing you and others that you passed this way.
…an easy message to forget to remember.