When our ancestors descended from the trees millions of years ago and took an upright position, their hands were free for new uses. They perfected the overhand throw and engaged in making tools. This made them dangerous predators.
By devoting the hand to the more complex tasks of making artifacts, instruments and drawing on cave walls, brain capacity increased. Drawings became stories. Music, song and dance were born. The use of hands, language and visualization all evolved interdependently and the individual started to form.
Human behavior is profoundly influenced by these learned skills of the past which go a long way to define who we are today. Our individual biological nature or ‘who we are’ is who we were. Genetically we carry the genes of everyone who came before us and with that, the ability to discover our own unique predisposition for the need to create.
But we live in a consumer oriented culture driven by technology. Why bother to encourage labor intensive, demanding and often un-marketable visual arts, crafts, wearables, music, performance arts and literature?
Because those of us who use our hands, language and cognition to create do so as an antidote to this very technology which alienates us from society. Making clay vessels, creating art to wear, penning poems, blending colors on canvas, composing concertos, weaving, dancing, singing, photographing and filming - all of these, validate who we are! Our self-expression gives us meaning. It is a personally rewarding passion - a legitimate way of resisting a culture of bigger, faster and right away.
Creativity communicates. The maker's mark, though not always evident, forms a shadow of the work itself. It tells us a skillful, caring person has been there. The attitude of a time card puncher is never present when someone is driven to do something well. The work becomes endowed with a powerful emotional charge and a sense of sincerity which is instantly felt by others. More often than I like to admit, contemporary society ridicules the importance of feelings and does not particularly value the passion exuded by the creative spirit or their work.
But those who create have chosen a lifestyle which goes against the grain. Learning to embrace all that it entails, then be available for others embarking on the same journey is my charge. As both an educator and artist, I am intent on protecting, nurturing and celebrating the creative spirit and insuring it will never become obsolete.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Slow Time
WELCOME TO THE WONDERFUL WORLD OF SLOW TIME!
I was introduced to clay in early 1991 by having a chunk of it placed in front of me and being told to ‘make something’ in a period of 20 minutes. I still remember the feeling of cold wetness as my hands plunged into it….how it responded….how intuitively I knew this was the beginning of my new life with clay.
Finding a local Art Center to learn about clay was my next challenge. Once that was accomplished, I became the challenge. I’d arrive at my morning classes in FAST TIME, my design business attached at the hip, nudging me about commitments to everything but clay. Back then I flourished in the avant-garde world of FAST TIME unaware of the fascinations I was missing by not stopping to smell the proverbial roses, hug a tree or ask, “What color is the wind?” FAST TIME is a one-track dimension which flies through the crossings and doesn’t make stops in the mellow clay world of Kansas! But because of this, I understand why, after a 3-hour long weekly class, the clay hobbyist or novice only feels satisfied when lots of things get made. AND why, when it comes to finishing all those churned-out pieces, it’s impossible for them to return to the level of satisfaction they initially felt and glaze these pieces with realistic expectations. All this producing has occurred in the dimension of FAST TIME.
Art is a process of creating, not producing.
ART happens in SLOW TIME…THE PROCESS is the ART, not the product.
I was introduced to clay in early 1991 by having a chunk of it placed in front of me and being told to ‘make something’ in a period of 20 minutes. I still remember the feeling of cold wetness as my hands plunged into it….how it responded….how intuitively I knew this was the beginning of my new life with clay.
Finding a local Art Center to learn about clay was my next challenge. Once that was accomplished, I became the challenge. I’d arrive at my morning classes in FAST TIME, my design business attached at the hip, nudging me about commitments to everything but clay. Back then I flourished in the avant-garde world of FAST TIME unaware of the fascinations I was missing by not stopping to smell the proverbial roses, hug a tree or ask, “What color is the wind?” FAST TIME is a one-track dimension which flies through the crossings and doesn’t make stops in the mellow clay world of Kansas! But because of this, I understand why, after a 3-hour long weekly class, the clay hobbyist or novice only feels satisfied when lots of things get made. AND why, when it comes to finishing all those churned-out pieces, it’s impossible for them to return to the level of satisfaction they initially felt and glaze these pieces with realistic expectations. All this producing has occurred in the dimension of FAST TIME.
Art is a process of creating, not producing.
ART happens in SLOW TIME…THE PROCESS is the ART, not the product.
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