Let me preface this: I'm
not an artist. Not yet, at least. Maybe someday, but let me not get ahead of myself
here. I’m but an undergrad student with a background rooted in the application
and theory of “soft”/social science. For most of my life, I've been obsessed
with knowing why things work, rather than how they
work. I’ve spent so much time analyzing the work of other people and leaving it
at that, when I could just as well be drawing from them and creating something
of my own; it’s not like I don’t fantasize about it all the time, being a
creator, an innovator, an actual multimedia
artist.
As a matter of fact, I find myself
inspired by practically everything, from stories to music to conversations
heard in passing to even the more mundane aspects of everyday life. (But
especially music, if I’m being honest – a resonating song can turn into a scene
that plays in the back of my mind as I listen.) I’m in a constant state of fascination
with the world and the people in it, even if it’s not always necessarily the good sort of fascination. I want to
touch upon as many things as I can with what I make – both the real and the
surreal, the logical and the absurd, the good, the bad, the ugly. I want my
work to be layered, to be textured; I want it to feel modular, where every individual
piece has a specific purpose on its own as well as in the larger picture, even
if that purpose has no deeper meaning than “it looks good next to this other
piece.”
I’m not yet an artist. But maybe
someday I will be. At the very least, I could say I gave this whole “creativity”
thing a shot.
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