[I have gotten up to write this as it is in my mind right now. Maybe some time in the future, I will come back and edit this so that it may not be as raw as it may sound right now]
Artists occupy a space.
It is the space between reality and ideal.
What is real. Reality that is seen, touched, felt, smelt, tasted. Reality as it exists within the 5 senses.
Ideal, what are the aspirations, the inspirations, the 'better of/over/than almost spiritual space. This second space [dare I call that dimension] is filled with hope, dreams, spirits, intangibility of different sorts. Some times this is some thing from deep within the subconscious, a reincarnated thought, feeling and even a reincarnated being. It is simply an indistinguishable form of paradise (whatever you perceive that to be) and some times it can be all in the mind or in their reality.
The ability to occupy and move within these two spaces [dimensions] begets creation, innovation, production, initiative that could or may lead to a raised level of self consciousness and through this, the consciousness of all those that come in touch with the artist ( I am sure there is a name of this but
I can not think of it at the moment). Affliction maybe? Inspiration? Awe? Disgust? Fear? And also nothing. Some times just nothing! An artist need be able to freely move in between these two dimensions with ease and freedom. Occupy one or the other or both at one time, all the time, and in some situations both at the same time. [induced mainly]. At one time, they may be so engrossed in reality that the ideal becomes the recipient of their wrath or the inspiration for great works, installations, utterances, appearances, productions etc. They may be in the ideal world and reality occurs to them as the inspiration and bears the brunt of their wrath or their praise.
I think that the ability to fluidly move within these two dimensions can and does lead to some of the most praised artworks in the world [whichever mode, the artist chooses to work with and to express themselves.
In most cases, one is unable to keep up with what or which dimension the artist occupies at one particular time. The artist then perceives that as rejection, unloved, an unacknowledged rebel. For the person with the artist, it manifests as rejection on their part, unreciprocated love, diminished interest in self. In most cases it is a case of ‘lost in translation’. They are not on and in the same dimension. Relationship strive may ensue. None unable to express that they are in different dimension and that they are both still human. One iteratively fluid and the other fluid. It takes time to think through these things and to understand this. But then again, is that not why we love our artist. The ones brave enough to embrace their otherness, their fluidity, their ability to heighten their senses and imagine ideal. We love them. Cherish and in some situations worship them.
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