original intent
This whole debate over my writing reminds me of when I was an art major way, way back. My best friends were also art majors. One got married, moved away and became a cake decorator; enough said. The other went off to art school where she was taught to become one with her art, keep her art pure, art for art’s sake and all that. She eventually got married and gave it up too.
I, after breaking up with my fiancé, went to junior college and became art editor of the campus magazine. (Don’t be too excited it was a piece of crap and I bullied my way into the position.) I got acquainted with the gallery owners and discovered the under belly of art. Art was valued monetarily. The gallery owners were cynical, perverted or depressed.
For me the two ideologies collided and I got out of art completely. What sticks with me, though, is that aesthetics is a personal opinion. Historically, I remind myself, most famous artists aren’t recognized for their abilities until long after they are dead. I think Picasso was one of the few who reaped the rewards while still alive but his was not the role model life.
What does this have to do with my blog? Good question.
My blog is my canvas; every key I hit is a stroke of the brush. I am, really, just practicing the art of writing. That was my original intent. Then people started reading it. Then God said, “You have an audience what would you like to say to them?”…and I’ve been swayed by public opinion ever since, but occasionally I just like to practice my writing.
