In the dead of night, I rise from my bed to stand amongst many faces. They are stretched on canvas, smeared with paint, and they have no names... 'Boy with Bass' and 'Girl in shades of Orange'. They speak quitetly and then louder and louder. Paint! Paint! Paint! It isn't finished! You must finish it!....
But then I wake, in a raging moment I've come to know as Mania. Why am I freaking out? I didn't take my Lithium this morning.
The connection between a mental/emotional disorder and Art are suprisingly similar. Every hospital I've been to, every teen patient had some amazing gift. Art, dancing, singing, preforming in general, all require a disorder. People laugh when they speak of Black Swan and the pscho dancer, but, it can happen. As artist, of all forms, we must give for talent, give forth life, mental compacity, give for our lives til we break....Break and wake in a hospital with a doctor prescribing you mood stablizers.
To be an artist, to sum up this post, you must cross that small line, thin ink line in the sand, and give forth your sanity. You may believe that this isn't true, but when you go to a dance audition and get yelled at, told your fat even though your a size 3, and spend hours stretch your tendons til they rip, then you tell me I'm wrong. When you wake up, 2am, and get no sleep after that for days as you paint five canvases completely, in some sort of rage (anger, happiness, sadness, etc.). then you tell me I'm wrong. Prove me, in the long run that I'm wrong, and I will gladly admitit
You are awesome. This totally rings true to absolutely everything.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, strange katherine that i dont know but should write on my wall
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