Art, Being stuck, the Failure
I believe that feeling of dead end, is a universal experience - a close relative of the feeling of imminent failure. Dealing with Art, I do not believe in artists who don't ever cope this feeling (of which I could talk about for years - this feeling, that from your perspective, you have already been in that same spot a thousand times, making the same round, fighting the same battle over and over; not to hane won any battle, and you have won something, it is just a minor victory - it never means you can actually get out of that spiral round of the course).
"For days before I have felt it's the end of the way, in abstraction. I felt I was chewing a selfish cud, I felt disgusted, because suddenly I realized that what I anticipated as the release of forms, from my perspective, was only one form repeated over and over." (Avigdor Arika, 80 tears old, article in Ha'aretz 1/5/2009)
Like everyone else I decompose the Big Fight into small battles - for my Art students, in the children classes, for my daughters (I do not participate in The Perfect Father contest - not in any category). In the end, it consists of this: Now try to move the leg - one small step, you must, You can do it. Even a single step is so difficult and problematic, so hard - In all of my powers (and vice versa, all my patience and faith). I try to create in my student dynamics of movement, of faith ('how will I wake up from my sleep, with no faith in my heart?). (…right now, I'll believe for you. And Now - you will believe - for both of us).
Whoever deals with art, frustration is daily news - and not necessarily bad.In Art. failure is a remarkable deposit of raw materials - the art of the last century is sometimes, I think, the total of all the dumb and stuck doors, how-not- to-paint becomes the way to paint.
"Today I have no need of books and progress, I have a need for fate, and heavy sorrow like red coral." (Victor Shklovsky - "Zoo or Letters Not about Love ")
In Art, failure is usually much more interesting than success. Success duplicates itself - mutations are our hope for a better future (whenever I meet this television show - "A Star is Born" - I am frustrated with the way they take an un-processed piece of the talent, which simetimes sounds so original - and change it into a 'right' 'performer').
Everyone wants to succeed. I hear this roar around me - no matter what, no matter how, success has become the only important thing. The only thing. With that growl everywhere I need to become a personal trainer to failure: 'Come to me and learn how to fail', I want to say, 'It will make you better artists -- Perhaps even better people'.
Art, I do not believe in artists who don't ever cope this feeling (of which I could talk about for years - this feeling, that from your perspective, you have already been in that same spot a thousand times, making the same round, fighting the same battle over and over; not to hane won any battle, and you have won something, it is just a minor victory - it never means you can actually get out of that spiral round of the course).
"For days before I have felt it's the end of the way, in abstraction. I felt I was chewing a selfish cud, I felt disgusted, because suddenly I realized that what I anticipated as the release of forms, from my perspective, was only one form repeated over and over." (Avigdor Arika, 80 tears old, article in Ha'aretz 1/5/2009)
Like everyone else I decompose the Big Fight into small battles - for my Art students, in the children classes, for my daughters (I do not participate in The Perfect Father contest - not in any category). In the end, it consists of this: Now try to move the leg - one small step, you must, You can do it. Even a single step is so difficult and problematic, so hard - In all of my powers (and vice versa, all my patience and faith). I try to create in my student dynamics of movement, of faith ('how will I wake up from my sleep, with no faith in my heart?). (…right now, I'll believe for you. And Now - you will believe - for both of us).
Whoever deals with art, frustration is daily news - and not necessarily bad.In Art. failure is a remarkable deposit of raw materials - the art of the last century is sometimes, I think, the total of all the dumb and stuck doors, how-not- to-paint becomes the way to paint.
"Today I have no need of books and progress, I have a need for fate, and heavy sorrow like red coral." (Victor Shklovsky - "Zoo or Letters Not about Love ")
In Art, failure is usually much more interesting than success. Success duplicates itself - mutations are our hope for a better future (whenever I meet this television show - "A Star is Born" - I am frustrated with the way they take an un-processed piece of the talent, which simetimes sounds so original - and change it into a 'right' 'performer').
Everyone wants to succeed. I hear this roar around me - no matter what, no matter how, success has become the only important thing. The only thing. With that growl everywhere I need to become a personal trainer to failure: 'Come to me and learn how to fail', I want to say, 'It will make you better artists -- Perhaps even better p