I talk about my Artist a lot, I know. About how he is gifted, in a way that is unique. A way that is so unique, it is not something that one can acquire, or learn. It is not something that can be taught either. But rather, something that just exists. It can be guided by others who also posses this, and honed and harnessed over time. I went to his studio the other day and starting snapping pictures of awe-inspiring moments. Of moments where I can feel the vibes in the air, viscerally. Where my body is physically feeling pleasure and happiness, and passion that can only be understood by feeling it- not explaining it. I am dedicating this post to the images I captured of my Artist doing what he is meant to be doing, in his niche, and exploding with passion and talent.
There are different “phases” of his art-making, that occur in no particular order and each time is different. I call them looking and thinking, curiosity, and going on a rampage. Here you will see him looking and thinking. Ever see the episode of The Big Bang Theory when they have to buckle down and get to work, and then Eye of the Tiger comes on and they are standing and staring at their white boards? It is kind of like that, quite simply put; he is looking, and thinking. And holding his hand or brush in a strange way, to imagine certain scenarios. But the thinking that is going on is intense. Sometimes it even makes him sweat. Sometimes he can’t think about anything else, and even asking what he feels like for dinner takes up too much of his attention to think about. And one time, Eye of the Tiger actually came on the radio when he was doing this, right after I thought of the parallel between him and the TV show. It blew my mind.
And then there is the curiosity type. He is curious as what will happen if…..or what will happen when…..often using his foot to smudge something around, or crinkle up the canvas and patina it with old paint, dirty brushes, or roll it around on the messy floor. There is a large playful aspect about this, where is he having fun and exploring. The Artist is very curious by nature in every day life.
And lastly, he goes on mark making rampages where he literally throws paint around, splashes it, and goes into a frenzy of sorts. Often times, this is where the bulk of the marks are done, and in a short period of time, because truly, he can’t stop. Even when he is plagued with allergies and is wearing sunglasses at night to protect his sore and sensitive eyes with tissues stuffed up his runny nose. But not always. There is no real pattern or predictability to his process, he does what he wants, when wants to do it. It is almost like an obsessive-compulsive thing, where he gets urges to paint, and regardless of the time of day, where he is, or what he is doing, he finds a way to make the magic happen.
As you can see, the Artist goes from squatting to standing to bending over about a thousand times when he paints. This makes for a nice pairs of legs ;)
You are probably thinking that all these photos look the same, that I am a lunatic, and nothing I have said makes any sense- what is so special about all of this? It is something that cannot be fully explained in with words, or justified with writing. It is something that needs to be felt, and I am trying to convey the Artist’s passion and talent with my words and by capturing him in action, but to truly experience this, to truly get it, one must feel it and experience live.
Think about the things that get your heart pumping a little faster, that make your body tingle, and that causes your brain, and your heart to explode with intense emotion. It may not be art that does it for you, but it is still an experience of passion, of something beautiful. And I am so incredibly fortunate to get to experience this on a daily basis, on top of a million other things that make me happy.
As I read this post over, I am not totally satisfied. It is missing something, something to really push my point across so share exactly how I am feeling, how the Artist feels, and what these experiences are like. But then again, that is just it. I can’t express that missing something with words about how I am feeling, the only way to experience it for yourself, is to to do just that- experience it.