Art is fluid. The inspiration behind it can come spontaneously or after deep reflection. No matter, though, it is always the product of intensity – whether overt or subtle.
I spent years surrounded by artists – painters, poets, sculptors, fashion designers, and many more. Most were bound by a common thread – an instinct to make something where nothing existed before. How that took shape was its own fascination, but that’s another blog for another time.
Time did as it does and shifted, but the lessons of the many artists who opened their doors and hearts to me stood tall and soul-catching like the many sculptures I’ve watched come to life.
I always sensed that you could not be an artist without a palette, brush, or instrument in your hand. This was misguided.
Artistry is an expression, one that can come by way of project proposals, plans, and execution. You can switch acrylics with dry erase markers and still can create.
Sammis|Ochoa is littered with artists. Always has been.
Some carry pencils, sketching the areas that will eventually be filled with color – “dreamers” they’re called.
The others carry a box of bristles, awaiting their turn to finish the painting – “pushers” they’re called.
Nothing we create will hang in the MOMA or the Louvre, but it needn’t. Those artists are renowned for their ability to do the extraordinary. And many died before recognition came.
Our group of artisans rests comfortably simply being extraordinary. Death can wait.
So if you own a business or work for one, starve and suffer the pains. It’s better than the alternative of never creating at all.
It’s the only way you’ll ever discover your masterpiece.