“To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.” – Anatole France
I often say that art is a matter of faith. That you have to believe in what you’re doing. You have to believe in the world you’re creating, in yourself, in your capabilities. Leave no room for doubt, petty frustrations, or insecurities.
I also say that it’s all just a matter of hard work. But sometimes you hit a wall. You’ve run out of things to say. You feel void of motivation, inspiration, or courage. What once brought you great pleasure, it’s now a tedious task.
Yes. We need to act upon our dreams, but we must never forget to dream. To hope. To aspire. To believe. Continue reading Art is a Matter of Faith
“It is good to love many things, for therein lies true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.” – Vincent van Gogh
I see a lot of artists who just want to become artists. They believe novels simply get written, or that somehow they’ll magically get better at this. Many are reluctant to explore new possibilities or try new techniques… but that doesn’t make much sense.
I believe art to be the only reasonable way for us to venture beyond the limitations of our own world, and by doing so we reach the very essence of our humanity. We always feel close to figuring out some elusive answer to life’s most profound questions. Of course, we never do so, and that’s what keeps us going. Continue reading Art, Life, Love
No matter what happens in my life, there’s one thing I believe in with all my heart: words can shape the world. I believe in the right words said at the right time, I believe in reading someone’s words and deciding a different outcome for yourself.
That’s one of the reasons I write. That maybe once in a while my words offer someone comfort or hope or inspire them to strive for more. I write for someone half a world away to feel less lonely in their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading TMM: Words and Ideas
Leonardo DaVinci’s last words were:
I have offended God and Mankind by doing so little with my life.
We really are our worst critics, aren’t we? We see the worst in ourselves. We stare at a mirror and all we see staring us back are flaws an faults and mistakes and so, so much to regret.
But isn’t this what keeps us going?
Could art influence people in such a way that they start shooting each other? Do we absorb the violence we see in movies and video games? Do we try to apply what is made make-believe in the real world?
It really is fascinating to see that some people believe that we can’t really discern what’s real from what’s not, that we don’t understand that the general convention of art is that it’s not true. As close as art and the real life are, we know art only mimics real life. And it does show for a reason. To transmit a message. Continue reading Art and Violence
“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” – Ray Bradbury
Artists are artists because they want to create beauty. It’s as simple as that. This creative urge, the decision to spend precious time writing, painting, dancing, singing, it is nothing more than our desire to leave something behind. A trace. Proof that, indeed, we were here. We were alive. We did not live in vain. Continue reading TMM: For The Love of Art