it's good to be bad

Turk and I caught Art School Confidential yesterday, a deeply cynical and very funny look at the dark side of art professional wannabes, and it reminded me of a happy facet of human nature that had hit me while I was blog jogging around the block a few (several ?)days ago.

Everyone, it seems, has an inner artist yearning to breathe free. And what has become increasingly clear is that there is an amazing amount of talent, joy and creativity out there in the world of ordinary non-art-school-confidential geeks ~ enough to fill a very colorful and diverse universe with line and paint, textile and ink.

I've always felt a little awkward about putting very much out here, in spite of my sincerely professed belief that it's not the quality of the finished product, it's the process of creation that fufills true purpose; that contains the element of meditation, a path to enlightenment, or at least a place of peace. Still, the judgement of others is a fearsome foe, and my fear has always been that it would detract from the pleasure of the act itself. And also, frankly, there's the fact that people would know that I suck.

Just as experience has taught me not to sing in public however much I may enjoy the sound of my own voice, I've generally considered it best not to draw with or for an audience either. If everyone's a critic, ignorance is bliss.

But then I saw this post from Robbie, wherein she linked to this inspiring post by Danny Gregory:

Put simply: no one is nearly as interested in what you do as you are. No one is judging it as hard as you, or analysing it, or wondering about it. The only time they really get involved is when your success or failure could effect them...

The man makes an excellent point. Who, after all, gives a damn? So why not, I thought? Just post a couple of sketchbook pics and own your own cheerful suckiness. Beg no sufferance, and make no apologies ~ revel in and embrace it in all it's amateur glory. Because it really doesn't matter how good or bad or indifferent the efforts may be; the point is that they're mine, they brought me pleasure at the time and now remind me of people, ideas and moments I would otherwise have long forgotten. As Danny puts it, live and make art for the only person that matters or truly cares. Now that's freedom, baby.

As luck would have it we're leaving next week on a road trip up the California coast into wine country (on our very own little Sideways tour) and hopefully I'll have a chance to do a little bit of drawing. Tipsy drawing perhaps, but in my case that may be the best kind.

Come to think of it I"ll have to sketch fast ~ if I don't get a camera today, whatever pictures I draw may be be the only ones I'll have. I'd better start practicing.