Following the Headlights

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First Blush
Acrylic, 16 x 20 on canvas

In the gardening world, there’s a phenomenon known as “second flush.”  This has nothing to do with anything that happens in the bathroom, but involves a second round of blooms on flowers, shrubs and trees.

I thought of this today as I considered the paintings that surround me and are encroaching farther and farther into the limited space of my little apartment.

I’m not a kid.  I have grandchildren your age.  I have a couple of careers under my belt and a few additional “odd jobs” under there as well.  Painting is perhaps the last dance for this old dame, but painting it is, along with a sprinkle of teaching.

In order to think more fully about beginning an art career this late in life, I went to trusty Google to learn more about late starts.  What I found was not the least bit encouraging because the articles about artists – or anybody else – starting “late” focused on individuals ranging from 28 to 40 years.

I’m so far out of that ballpark, I can’t see home plate.

So I Googled “starting after 70.”  My search yielded nothing but information about Social Security and when to start drawing on my IRA (if I had one) and topics more medically inclined.

I’m reminded of Tom Lehrer’s great line from one of his comedy albums:  “It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he’d been dead for two years.”  I can only imagine how many great artists were long dead by the time they were my age.

From my view, it’s never too late to start painting or anything else you’re passionate about.  I don’t subscribe to the “do what you love and the money will follow” line of thinking, although money is a terrific fringe benefit.  It’s the “follow your bliss” line that appeals to me more.

The painters before me followed their bliss.  Theirs is not my bliss.  But I’m grateful they led the way.  I don’t expect to see my work in big, expensive books of art or museums, but that’s okay.

Painting now is a gift to myself.  Think about the gifts you can give yourself.  We deserve them at any age.

Writer E.L. Doctorow once wrote:  “Writing a novel is like driving a car at night: you can never see further than your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”

I know about writing novels.  Now, I’m following the headlights with my painting.

 

 

Comparing Ourselves to Everybody in the Whole Damn World

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Map of the Mojave Rain Forest
11″x14″ acrylic on canvas

I was working away at the easel a week ago when I took a break and ran across an art news story that not only gave me pause, but stopped me dead in my pitiful tracks.

It was the announcement that the Metropolitan Museum of Art has just made 375,000 art images available and free for the public.  You can do whatever you want with these images.  That’s a lot of art.  But the story went on to note that the National Gallery in Washington, DC also has about 45,000 such images available, the New York Public Library has made 180,000 images available, the British Library has over 1,000,000 images (count those zeros) and the Rijksmuseum has 150,000 images.

Now, even if some of the public images are duplicates from one museum or library to another, the numbers are still (as he who shall go nameless might say) – “Huge!”

So I stopped and asked myself what I was doing with that canvas and those paints. It’s somewhat akin to the feeling a writer has when she walks into a library or a bookstore with all those books on the shelves.

We need some perspective.  First of all, a lot of those images are of art created a long, long time ago.  And given samples I checked out, some of them were probably donated by family members of would-be small-time artists and hardly qualify for the Louvre.  Others, of course, are good, even great depending on the artist in which case we’re back to the question:  What am I doing with that canvas and those paints?

Well, I’m certainly not trying to compete with a couple of million works of art (questionable or great).  So am I trying to compete with all the living artists in America today?  Ha.  All the living artists in California? Again, ha.  All the living artists in my neighborhood…hmmm.  Like Jack Benny, “I’m thinking. I’m thinking.”

A little healthy competition can be a good thing.  Runners and other athletes know it.  You win or you lose.  The stats are there for all the world to see and nobody likes a sore loser. For creative people, the “stats” are subjective and healthy competition can slide into jealousy or discouragement/depression.

If it’s jealousy, we can end up as nuts as Salieri when Mozart outdid him.  (If you need a refresher on this watch Amadeus again.) If it’s discouragement/depression, we can hit blocks that cause us to walk out of the studio, shut the door and never look back.

I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not going to be either of these.  We have a third option and that option is to value the art we do without interference from any critics or juries or even the public.  Selling the art is a different subject, so let’s not get confused here.

Most of us know we’re not Michelangelo or Rothko or O’Keeffe. But we also know enough to see when we’re working well and when we’re not.  We continue to learn and congratulate ourselves on pieces we know are pretty darned good and to find lessons in the ones that go south on us and even make us shake our heads with a “What was I thinking?” laugh.

In their wonderful book Art & Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking, David Bayles & Ted Orland include this little dialogue:
Q: Will anyone ever match the genius of Mozart?
     A:  No.
Thank you–now can we get on with our work?”

Let us be grateful that all those art images are now available, but let us not be jealous or intimidated by what’s gone before.  We don’t have time.  We have work to do.