Meaningful Art

Original artwork

Hi again. I drew something today and I thought it’d be interesting to spend some time and gather my thoughts on a couple of things.

I won’t waste your time or mine by telling you how shitty my perspective on life is right now. There’s not much you can say that is going to help me or anything I can say that will do this post any good. Let’s just say it’s pretty bad at the moment.

If you’re one of the few people who read my posts, you’ve probably come across me using words like “the void” or phrases like “lonely barren land” in a lot of posts to talk about the space in which I create or think about creation. These spaces radiate an uncertainty of sorts. Words like uncharted, preserved, dangerous, etc. come to mind. But the artwork above is an abstract representation of the contrary. It is a representation of the known, which is made so through the consumption and creation of art.

I’ve often talked about how art, for me, is a way to dig deep into myself and find parts that would not surface on their own. While I don’t quite like phrases like “you are the universe”, especially since they’re used by people for the most ridiculous of reasons, I do believe that it is possible through deep reflection to use all sensation as a way to develop a powerful sense of self and to address that which often eludes basic observation.

I started creating artwork like the one above because their creation was driven by impulse more than anything else. I’d go in with the least amount of preparation possible. Sometimes I don’t even know what I want to say. I give in to every impulse. Contrary to what should result from something like that, which is something that would make absolutely no sense, I found that I was able to find the reason why I chose a certain colour or made a brushstroke after the fact. It was a very exciting discovery. Not only was I able to do this for individual pieces of artwork but I also found that there were consistencies across different pieces. I felt like I was very much in tune with myself to have tapped into something like this. I thought I was the first person in the world to have done it but then I found out about Abstract Expressionism and lots of other cool traditions that have theorized artistic creation as a similar exercise.

After creating every piece, I find more and more about this other person inside me, one who will only reveal himself to me in these brief moments of creation. Bit by bit, I am piecing together a reflection of myself in the quiet hours of the night when I’m alone and there is no need for conversation. I cast my net into the void and retrieve pieces of the broken mirror. It is quite a stimulating experience.

While creation of art is fulfilling in a way, it has not had any particular effect on how happy I am. As the days go by, I find myself stitching together a beautiful blanket from all that I consider human, things that I have found within myself, perspectives on the human condition that I have used to create a map of meaning and life. All I want to do is wrap it around me when the storms pass me by. But I can’t.

Why?

Why isn’t this beautiful journey enough for me? Can only people comfort me, keep me warm, and lend an ear?

I have come to hate people. They are cruel and I have found none who truly understand me. I am utterly alone here. Why isn’t art enough for me? It’s all I have. Maybe I still have God. But I don’t have the words to make that bring forth any sense. Maybe I will one day but right now I don’t.

Meaningful art has made my life beautiful. It has been the strongest force in the dark, in the bitter moments of loneliness when people have failed me without fail. It has given me context when people confused me. You see, art can take two things that are virtually unrelated, put them together in a certain way, and help you find safe haven in what might otherwise seem like a corrupt blend. This is why art can uncover the most elusive parts of human nature. That’s what makes it meaningful. It turns artists into cartographers of the human soul. And for this very reason, it hurts that I am not comfortable in my isolation. I need people who understand me and this need, I think, is not fitting for what I want to do in life. My struggle to get to a place where I don’t need people anymore, where I can be at peace in isolation, is slowly killing me. It has become so to the extent where I quite dislike waking up.

I will stop now. Abruptly. But I think this is enough for now.

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Stefan

I am a college student, studying in India. I'm a musician and I love to write, be on stage, and meet people. My blogs are about looking at life from a new perspective. I try to talk about the things we all sometimes miss out on.

13 thoughts on “Meaningful Art”

  1. I was sorry to read that you’re in such a dark place with only your art for comfort. I’m at a loss to know what to say as I’ve never felt like this. I can only say I hope things get better for you.

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    1. Thank you for saying that. I don’t feel like hoping. Part of me doesn’t want anything to change. It seems indifferent to temporality. It is just accepts what is. And right now, it’s dark. Maybe it won’t be tomorrow.

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  2. I’m happy to read that you’ve found this way to express yourself, but sad to read about your struggles.

    I too wanted to isolate myself, and to find that I would be most happy on my own. I thought of others as people, an entity, and me alone on the other side.

    The problem with that, though, was that I made my own interpretations of what others thought, how they felt like and what they valued in life. And how wrong I was about most of it, when I let them show me.

    What I’ve found is that the spectrum of people are too broad to dismiss. Some are not your cup of tea, but others are. And if you look you’ll probably find them. And learning what others think of us might also give a couple of surprises. Learning more about ourselves.

    As bad as I wanted it, no human are an island. We are predisposed to need each other. But in varying degrees.

    Anyway, I hope you won’t dismiss people entirely. There is so much good in people. And I wish you all the best.

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    1. Thanks for taking the time to write this. I think most of my feelings about people are mostly a conduit for me to direct hate at something other than myself. Not really based on reason. I’m actually an extrovert. It sucks that I need people who understand me. I’ll try to hope tho.

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  3. I am sorry you are feeling: “I don’t feel like hoping. Part of me doesn’t want anything to change.”

    But, what I find comforting is that you are able to articulate and acknowledge how you are feeling. That is half the battle won!

    And, as I read the last sentence, I notice that although you are in a dark place now and believe that “It seems indifferent to temporality. It just accepts what is. And right now, it’s dark. Maybe it won’t be tomorrow,” you see is a glimmer of hope in near future in your utterly hopeless present!
    Wish your glimmer of hope becomes a guiding light.

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  4. You have a beautiful way with words my dear friend. There are many gifts that you can give to this world, I know it gets dark sometimes, but let that make your light only that much stronger.

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  5. The fact that you are in a dark place may be contributing to your creativity and it may lead you to feel unable to let it go. Remember that happy thoughts and happy places can foster creative urges too. The fact that you are piecing together your thoughts and your life makes me optimistic for a happier future for you.

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