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4/1/2018 8:44:21 AM

continuation of Tourist or Resident

Joel Paquet's essay about committing to be an artist stunned me while reading his Open Letter to Artists. As it unfolded,  a challenging view of myself as an artist was revealed.  His intentional message was supportive of artists, for those days when the work artists do doesn't work.  As I read I applied each of his headings to myself--Innovation, Resilience, Perseverance and Faith--and slowly the painful awareness came of how very far I was from artists who'd made full-time commitments to their craft.

 

I've always thought of myself as an artist. Totally. Without a doubt. I grew up in an art-filled home, have always been creative in whatever I've put my hands to. But suddenly I realized I'd never gone to the extent of being truly fluent in any of the skills I enjoyed using regularly.   

 

So, IT HURT to see this new vision of myself. Especially so since the equally disconcerting epiphany of making choices about living life as either a Tourist or Resident. I was appalled  to think I might be just a TOURIST in the world of art, not a RESIDENT. Was I really a person who played the field rather than commit 'for better or worse'  to my artistic gifts?

 

Expressing this painfully close-to-the-bone idea to a friend who also has multi-abilities and interests, his reply was:

"On identity, I feel it’s too limiting to see yourself as “resident artist”—period.  Of course, you’re more than that when you think about it.  You’re a teacher, a craftsman, a counselor, a boat lover, and on and on."

His observation was consoling. My life wasn't totally devoid of consistent commitment. Persistent dedication to developing skills of nurturing, specifically for any child or old boat, has been fundamental since I was young.  Support for the path I have trod was also to be found in Pacquet's letter, under the heading, Perseverance :

 
"Like Karma, the artist's life has it's own organic path if you let it unfold naturally. Work ethic, love of the job, proximity and opportunity all play a role in developing a life in art. Be clear about these and adjust your life to maximize your gifts."

 

...and then there was also this to reflect on:

“Before you tell your life what you intend to do with it, listen for what intends to do with you.”

-Parker Palmer, Let Your Life Speak

 

Which seemed to be what I had done when gazing back at the evolutionary projects that my love of kids and boats and art had produced. I saw the shaping of my life and theirs, saw the honing of our abilities for pursuing even further visions for each of us through the art we've shared.  From the mirror of what I continued to pursue when writing to other friends my commitment to revealing art everywhere, in all our lives, was clear:

 

"I have not given up on the dream of creating a Cultural Community Center for the locals…a place where artists and writers and musicians and handcraft artisans can have workshops, not just for the able-bodied but for the Theresa’s of our community, too.  I want a gallery where their work can be displayed, and a boat building shop where tourists can come help the out-of-school youth build little sailboats or kayaks, and other tourists can rent them and bring an income to the locals…I want a restaurant, too, to serve organic foods from my garden…to sell fresh bread we grind our own flour for, and bake ourselves…and a fish market/eatery where the fishermen can sell their catch so they don’t have to put it on trucks for markets outside our community, so that even the locals won't have to travel to Siaton to buy fresh fish!  Silly system. 

I mean, really, is that too much to ask for? Just a simple Community Center…"

 

Though, for now, for just a few of us on Saturday afternoons, that is happening when we make art.  When we bring it into our lives in ways we'd never known possible.  When we begin to see ourselves as artists, as creative humans able to bring our individually unique visions into being. Valued.

 

Which is what this website is beginning to showcase.


"Talking to yourself can be useful. And writing means being overheard."
--Zadie Smith--

ahh...but as Thomas Mann said,

"Speech is civilization itself.
The word, even the most contradictory word, preserves contact
-- it is silence which isolates.

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4 Responses to continuation of Tourist or Resident

Thanks for the inspiration, Diane, especially this: "When we begin to see ourselves as artists, as creative humans able to bring our individually unique visions into being."

As to those who commit to making a living through art, I did know a couple of artists in Mendocino in their senior years. They got by largely through the generosity of some members of the community, in providing them with places to live at little or no rent.

oh, MARK! You are so good to take the time to comment! It is so affirming and wonderful to know someone sees and hears and feels something resonating from what has been said...and, of course I am ashamed at not doing more of it myself so I am sympathetic to others like myself. Know that your example helps me be a better friend to those whose work I also follow.

Best of all, though, is hearing of your friends in Mendocino, of their friends who make it possible for them to continue creating. Any chance of knowing more of the story? Of seeing their art? I would happily post their work here, on my website, if still possible to connect with them. You used the past tense about them 'getting by'...

Diane, unfortunately they have left us. In particular, I was thinking of Dorr Bothwell and Hilda Pertha, two Mendocino artists of reknown. Here's an excellent writeup on Dorr, with lots of great examples from her work, courtesy the Zacha gallery in Mendocino:

https://www.williamzacha.com/artists/dorr-bothwell/about-dorr-bothwell/

And from the same source, about Hilda Pertha, with links to her work:

https://www.williamzacha.com/artists/hilda-pertha/hp-art/

Wow, I didn't realize the Zacha Bay Window gallery is closing--truly the end of an era.



I am SO grateful for the further information, the introduction to these two women and the links to their bountiful life works. Breathtaking. Electrifying, for me. It was not just the skillful breadth of visual mediums that widened my eyes, hastened my heart beats, the literary output of Hilda Perta (the prodigious cataloging of her work by Connie Korbel-Mickey) and Dorr Bothwell's Illustrated Journal overwhelmed me with a nostalgia for an era I had only caught lingering whiffs of as they exited. Or maybe not an era ended, but my own path deviating from the communal work world of artists' experimentation and production when I entered into an equally engaging arena of building and sailing boats.

I would like to come back to this topic, later--so little time this morning and there's SO much more to explore! Thank you again and again, Mark, for the depth you've added to my day!


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