The artist is nothing. Unimportant. Trivial.
If you are an artist: you are nothing. Unimportant. Trivial.
Is the aim of your work to express your self? It is worthless, then. It will die with you, after you have finished wasting your small life upon it.
Sacrifice the self. The work must be all.
The work is all.
If you cannot create something greater than yourself, you are no artist. If you cannot create something greater than yourself, what you do is not art.
Live with that in mind.
If you are an artist: you are nothing. Unimportant. Trivial.
Is the aim of your work to express your self? It is worthless, then. It will die with you, after you have finished wasting your small life upon it.
Sacrifice the self. The work must be all.
The work is all.
If you cannot create something greater than yourself, you are no artist. If you cannot create something greater than yourself, what you do is not art.
Live with that in mind.
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Oh wait. I am not an artist. Phew. Okay never mind :-)
@jeannette: You are indeed correct! In most cases, there is an inverse correlation between how great the artist's self-regard is, and how great the artist's art is. Among acknowledged masters there are a few exceptions, a la Dali, but these are usually judged to be the minor lights in the artistic firmament.
"a la Dali."
"a la Dali."
:-D Sweet!
Thanks jeannette!
I hereby provisionally revoke my "You KNOW it"!!!
But the nature of great art is such that it reduces even the most colossal human ego to a state of humility and gratitude before it - especially if the viewer is the one who was privileged to serve as the conduit for that outpouring of inspiration.
Those artists who believe their self to be greater and more important than their art are generally right. Righter than they realize, even.
The truly great masters have all been servants.
I suppose my conception of art is grounded in the Modern, with wistful roots running backward to Romantic.