The Artist

The Artist...Ethereal...Powerful

Art is a reflection of the human condition...through it we perceive our latent desires,lusts,hopes and anxieties...We see humanity in its most natural form...and we are often forced to confront questions about death and mortality...beauty and the grostesque...illusions and our tangible present...time and the eternal conflict between Sin and Salvation...

Human intelligence is celebrated in its highest,most pristine form through the various media of creative expression...the soul is stripped bare...and the Artist is a magician that strives to elicit inexplicable,primal responses from the fanthomless waters of the human mind...The Artist peels apart the invisible artificial barriers that humanity has erected against each other...discrimination,xenophobia,intolerance,political differences...all are exfoliated the moment the Artist tells the human spirit that all of us are fundamentally the same...

In a sense,the Artist unites...The ubiquitous Animal Farm strikes a resonant chord between both the rich and poor...The beauty of The Sistine Chapel moves both the learnt and the unschooled...No matter what era...no matter what reality you live in...the themes in Shakespeares' Plays are universal...The same can be said of many books,paintings and pieces of music...Herein lies the power of The Artist...she transcends mortal boundaries of time and space and breaks down cultural and linguistic walls-showing us how identical people are.

Ironically,The Artist is not part of this common gene pool...The Artist is imbued with a consciousness...her sensory apparatus and powers of perception are beyond the scope of the average human mind...she is blessed with a sixth sense that makes fears,love,pain and all associated aspects of the human condition so much more tangible to her.

And this is a gift.

And because she has this gift, The Artist is compelled to portray the human condition as accurately and as vividly as she can...and when this instinct is militated against,the work that she produces is stunted and deformed...and she becomes lost in a tempest of self doubt....

but sometimes a spell in The Slough Of Despond is good...Through renewed contemplation and reflection,The Artist finds new wings to fly...she learns that to make mistakes is human...

and to be human is beautiful...

sometimes,the answers to Life are so simple,yet so profound...and it is not up to a single person to explain them to the whole world.

Yes...you could have done better...but God communicates with us through our mistakes...even when you think you production sucks, it is still your baby...your creation...and by facing up to your flaws...you will learn...and when you next try to sing the song of humanity...the notes will be so much clearer...so much more captivating...so much more meaningful and provocative.

Your work is intrinsically noble because it is forged with your time and your soul-the two most valuable things that an Artist can have...and even as it is flawed it is beautiful because it speaks to you and tells you how to improve...but it is up to you to hear what it has to say...

Well...all has been said...it is up to you to judge and deal with your lurking insecurities...These threaten to pull you under...but I know you

And I know you wouldn't let them...