OUT OF THE BOX! No. 2 “Myths of the Suffering Artist and other douche baggery”
“People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.”-Chuck Palahniuk
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Allow me a moment to be a bit of a dramatic schmuck,yes?
Every other day, I peruse through Deviantart , posting and talking to other artists on there.As much as the code and overall layout has the sense of design of a Ransom Note, it does have an extensive community involved. Of course being that extensive, it spans all the genres you could fathom, but also spans the scale of shit to brilliance with an amazing ability too.
The Emo-like whining and pining does tend to stay within the limp-wristed, tweener, douchbags there, but amazingly enough you will find many a fucking lumpfuck adult pining away: “Another week and more to do, oh the suffering that bequeaths the mind when making AAAAH-RT!”
BAH.
I don’t know if it was the Romantic Period or the Stories of Van Gogh, or just the gross exaggeration of Hollywood’s Infantile imagination, but somewhere along the line we were introduced into a very poor vision of what an artist is: The Starving Artist.
The Starving Artist, the poor struggling soul out to make right with his imagination, heart and soul some type of beauty that the world, oh the world in it’s spitefulness, does not comprehend or worship! Oh Lo, it is so Sad! Boo-hoo! They should appreciate him/her for there soul is the essence of the…
BAH.
Somewhere at sometime, we were told that this was good thing, like this was some kind of badge of honor, some type of backwards ass thinking to poser lifestyle that is still consumed to this day was good, was RIGHT. The worst part? People lap this up! The eat it, swallow it, and lick their fingers in the uttermost backwash shit of an ideal.
BAH.
After you wipe your screen from all this bile I’m spewing, let me be clear that I’m not making this out to be easy. Being an Artist is just an emotional hazard, and can be a crippling line of work, at least mentally. I know, I’m doing it.
I just don’t wallow in it.
When we give ourselves over to such self-imaging and pity, we take the power away from what we have, and what we are: CREATORS. Makers of things. Universe Builders, Thinkers and Ponderers of the Uncreated. You/Me/We are the FUNK in this Punch and the simple fact that we can make something out of nothing. Be it with our bodies or instrument or a piece of paper. That is not celebrated enough, you do not celebrate that enough, and neither do I.
Because we look for the Audience and approval. We have to, we are the protoplasmic foot moving forward for the whole cell, society. We want to do these things and have applause, have limelight have something but really..
BAH.
You have to pursue this for yourself first, because you need the first to applause, the first to stand up, the first to make it. To put it simply:
“The arts are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow.” -Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
AH.
:::End Dramatic Pandering::::
+The crew went out last Friday and filmed a couple of the last scenes of “The Gun”. Other than that, we just need one day of rain and The Gun can go fully into Post-Production.
+Inks on Tommy are coming along, as are pencils. This week we ramp up production a bit to get more of a footing on it.
+If you read on Monday we showed a preview of Jose Varese’s cover for “The Gun” which was just badass.
+Zombie Years also updates today so come see some Smoke, Fire and Undead!
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