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An Artist's Apostrophe
the sooner we understand
that no one,
not one person,
has any idea what they’re doing
the sooner we can begin to live
with vigor, with life,
with excitement and eagerness.
it’s that core belief–
no one knows what they are doing–
that keeps our motivation
up, higher than the layers
of the atmosphere,
through to the planets, the stars,
the galaxies.
We creators can
and will
believe anything
because we want it
to be true.
We will the impossible to happen;
We write or paint or play
what has never been
heard or seen before,
previously thought
to be ineffable.
but we have no
idea how we make
the impossible
possible.
removing that prefix
seems on paper
like a quick
stroke of an eraser
but it’s more like
hundreds of
thousands of
millions of
trials and errors.
it’s words spilling onto a
blank sheet of paper,
ink spurting outwards like
a bamboo plant
growing five feet
in a day.
it’s notes flowing
out of fingertips,
filling the unbearable silence with
enough noise
to make any sane person
add on
two more letters
to the beginning and
land in asylum.
it’s paint jumping onto
the canvas like
sparks from a burning
ember, and when
our artistry takes over,
we sit, waiting,
praying that the canvas doesn’t
burn down,
praying that the music
doesn’t drive us to
insanity,
praying that the words that
spill onto the page
make some form of
logical sense,
praying that whatever
is created will be
“good enough”,
whatever that
arbitrary sentiment might mean.
it defines so much
yet equates to so little.
if We create to please someone
shouldn’t it be ourselves?
but if We are
anything alike,
we know that is rarely the case.
there’s always someone:
a friend,
a relative,
a teacher,
whom our work
is made for.
not in dedication but
with hopes of gaining
their respect.
writing and painting and playing
for ourselves
always seems so
much more difficult than
playing and painting and writing
for someone else,
especially when
all we’ve ever done
is create
for another.
it takes a strong mind,
a strong will,
a power we cannot put into words
just yet
to achieve something
previously unfathomable–
like creating for
ourselves.
but that’s what
we do best–
pluck strings that
have never been plucked before,
write words that
have never been transcribed before,
paint pictures that
the world has never seen.
if we can learn
to create for ourselves,
it becomes truly
authentic.
only then can we
pretend we know
what we are doing.
before,
it seems obvious
that We are
putting old ideas
together to create
our own vision–
a uniquely unauthentic
puzzle of other
works of beauty.
it seems obvious
to us
that we don’t know
what we
are doing.
to anyone
else
it appears
as though we have
our lives together–
no one but artists understand
the phrase
“suffering for your art”
because we can put on
the mask of
understanding creation
even though we are inexplicably lost
as though creation
is our calculus.
onlookers think
we understand,
we kindle the flame
of creation like gods,
we have our life together,
tracing the path of our personal mazes with ease.
but We don’t.
We know nothing.
and we think of everyone
in the way that they think of us.
and so, through logic
can’t we assume that
no one knows what they’re doing?
and if no one else has
any clue what
to do
then who’s to say
we can’t experiment?
we should live our
lives vicariously,
with exuberance and
pleasure, making life
our own.
creating, painting, writing, playing
for ourselves
taking risks
because with our masks on
tight no one will
have any idea how
clueless We are.
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I've always loved the idea of giving advice to someone and listening to your own advice because it's what you need to hear as well; we've been learning about apostrophes lately and this particular apostrophe is written both from the perspective of an artist and to other artists.