{"id":2160,"date":"2009-01-03T16:55:02","date_gmt":"2009-01-04T01:25:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/?p=2160"},"modified":"2009-01-23T19:34:11","modified_gmt":"2009-01-24T04:04:11","slug":"genius-or-hobbyist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/genius-or-hobbyist\/","title":{"rendered":"Genius or Hobbyist?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My sister (a writer who copyedits for a living) just sent me this <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookslut.com\/features\/2008_12_013789.php\" target=\"_blank\">review<\/a>\u00c2\u00a0of several new books on the business of making art and I wanted to share it. I&#8217;m currently painting like crazy and posting on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.etsy.com\/shop.php?user_id=6716925\" target=\"_blank\">Etsy<\/a>. Her idea too. I&#8217;ve finished some smaller works that I began a couple of years ago during a trip to Galiano Island off the coast of Vancouver. And I&#8217;m finalizing some nudes that I worked on during classes at UC Berkeley in the late 90&#8217;s. I never painted over them and now I&#8217;m glad I didn&#8217;t.<\/p>\n<p>I found at least one painter on Etsy (actually quite good) who has sold 300 of his smaller pieces in 2 years and gave me some tips. The idea that I could make a living from my \u00c2\u00a0painting remains the holy grail. It sure as hell beats doing anything else.<\/p>\n<p>One book that Ms. Bachner is slamming in the review cited above is <em>&#8216;My So-Called Freelance Life&#8217;<\/em> by Michelle Goodman. Goodman claims that the artist\/writer\/whatever can be content in setting aside a few hours a week to the muse and this will suffice. As someone who tried that for the last 18 years, I can confirm that it doesn&#8217;t. I would spend hours \u00c2\u00a0at my other &#8216;jobs&#8217; in late afternoons or mid mornings, daydreaming about painting &#8211; my <em>real<\/em> job and passion. I would lapse during meetings to remember the light of an afternoon or dusk and long to rush home to capture the memory on canvas. I spent vacations traipsing off to rugged mountains and coasts to paint. Acting the tourist or going somewhere to discover the joys of the culture, or to relax, didn&#8217;t interest me. I simply wanted to paint during every waking hour.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And now, with practically unlimited time to myself and my passion, I can confirm that I&#8217;d rather sell all my paintings for under $50 each than to return to that other world and pretend that the ineffable need to create isn&#8217;t paramount. Maybe even less if it comes to that. The beauty &#8211; and curse- of having a talent is that it&#8217;s just about all you can offer. There is no choice and when it comes to sacrifice, nothing seems holy enough to counter that all consuming need. \u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As for the title of Genius, I doubt that Van Gogh would&#8217;ve claimed it for himself. It isn&#8217;t really about the end result, which only history will determine anyway, but more about the drive to pursue a voice. Having that voice matter to one&#8217;s self is the key to longevity, along with the ability to pursue a goal without a known endgame.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Her review, in excerpts here:<\/p>\n<p><em>Genius and Heroin<\/em>\u00c2\u00a0does what books like the recent anthology\u00c2\u00a0<em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookslut.com\/nonfiction\/2008_07_013098.php\" target=\"_blank\">Live Through This: On Creativity and Self-Destruction<\/a><\/em>\u00c2\u00a0utterly fail to do: it subtly but irrevocably shows how the life of a gifted person (meaning someone who, as Czeslaw Milosz put it, has a calling as a \u00e2\u20ac\u0153secretary to the invisible\u00e2\u20ac\u009d) differs from the life of a, well, non-gifted person. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s social suicide these days to admit that art isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t \u00e2\u20ac\u0153work\u00e2\u20ac\u009d for you, that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s something that happens to you as if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re possessed, that to not create it would be like seeing a human baby bleeding and abandoned on a street corner and leaving him there to die, that you are dazzled by the electric words that come to you from some angel or demon or forgotten, ancient god. But the fact is that the creative part is erotic, and mystical, and rapturous, and deadly, and filthy, and horrible, and ecstatic. It can be agony, it can break you, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not\u00c2\u00a0<em>work<\/em>. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the life part &#8212; the scrimmages with bureaucrats, the effects of late-stage capitalism, the housecleaning, the diseases, the copywriting &#8212; that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s\u00c2\u00a0<em>work<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Making time for the work you really want to do is about making choices and compromises when you have to,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Goodman concludes, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Some freelancers budget an afternoon or day each week for tapping their creative vein\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 Others flit from three-month bread-and-butter gig to three-month creative stint and back again. And some get the bulk of their annual creative work done during a few weeks a year spent at an artist\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s retreat.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>Certain art forms can thrive with this sort of compromise &#8212; filmmaking, for example, or ensemble theatre, can be done three-months-on, three-months-off &#8212; but all Goodman\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s solutions are a killer for painting or poetry, which is why taking to the streets or working as a\u00c2\u00a0<em>plongeur<\/em>\u00c2\u00a0can seem more doable than writing the kind of fiction that you know will get you a particular fellowship, or working on a commissioned piece that matches the living-room set of a corporate wife.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Trying to regiment great art as if you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re throwing a neighborhood casserole party or writing a corporate report results in insidiously uninspired work. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not that you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be disciplined, but creating real work is different from the meaningless products of mundane society. The process is different. The dazzling, thrilling results are still different, even all of these years after a bunch of sour academics, unhappy geniuses and talented but hyperbolic writers have proclaimed the death of art.<\/p>\n<p>If your genius is acting up, and you suppress it by treating it like a hobby, beware. You would (hopefully) not mistake a loosed, rampaging wildcat for a caged hamster. If you make a similar error of judgment with your genius, you risk the same thing: literal death. And if you win, and murder your genius, and do piddling, mediocre work that fits easily into your Sunday afternoon schedule, then you doom the rest of us (metaphorically or maybe not) to a world without the beauty of big predators, without the variety that frightening and exotic animals bring, without menace, awe or surprise.<\/p>\n<p>Genius: no matter what your life situation, your real work is happening to you anyway, and you can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop it. If you try to stop it, or you get a block, you go crazy and want to die. Hobbyist: you feel like if you started writing, or started painting, you would be more fulfilled. Genius: You already do your real work, period. You have no choice. Hobbyist: You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d like to learn how to be a great writer or artist by studying with someone you admire. Genius: Your work does battle with you, insisting that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s good or right when you wanted it to be about something else entirely, or letting you know it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s inauthentic even when you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve carefully constructed it. Hobbyist: you want to learn to tap into your inspiration. Genius: the demon inside you is like a tapeworm.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p>A friend, an inspired filmmaker, agreed to recommend me for a large and prestigious grant. He suggested that I write something to the effect of &#8216;I&#8217;m on fire, give me the money!&#8217;\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This is from a life class at UCBerkeley, \u00c2\u00a0in &#8217;98. I was taking so many classes when I lived and worked in San Francisco that I might as well have been enrolled. This reminds me a little of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.sfmoma.org\/multimedia\/videos\/289\" target=\"_blank\">David Park<\/a>, whose work I admire. Check out the link, you can see his daughters and others discussing his methods. I added the background recently, based on the light I remember from trips to Mendocino.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/mendocino.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2181\" title=\"Mendocino\" src=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/mendocino.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"571\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This series of small oils (9&#8243;x12&#8243;) originally sketched out in acrylic, began in 2006 on a trip to Galiano, in the Gulf Islands off the coast of Vancouver Island. I stayed in a house on the cliffs and could paint from my deck and kitchen table. The sea and light were sublime.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianoisland.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2173\" title=\"Galiano Island\" src=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianoisland.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"334\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianosunrise.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2172\" title=\"Galiano sunrise\" src=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianosunrise.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"331\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianosunset.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2171\" title=\"Galiano sunset\" src=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/galianosunset.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"334\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>and this is my latest from early winter;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/end-of-fall.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-2174\" title=\"End of fall\" src=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/01\/end-of-fall.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"353\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My sister (a writer who copyedits for a living) just sent me this review\u00c2\u00a0of several new books on the business of making art and I wanted to share it. I&#8217;m currently painting like crazy and posting on Etsy. Her idea &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/genius-or-hobbyist\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,11],"tags":[87,91,92,89,86,88,90],"class_list":["post-2160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily-meanderings","category-new-work","tag-artist","tag-book-reviews","tag-bookslut","tag-commitment","tag-elizabeth-bachner","tag-hobbies","tag-talent"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2160"}],"version-history":[{"count":38,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2461,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160\/revisions\/2461"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.furiousdreams.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}