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“The older I get, the surer I am that I am not running
the show.”--Leonard Cohen
Ah, the Liberal Arts--
I was always better at them
then science or math;
writing, painting, & acting
were joyful pursuits.
Of course, most of us who
chose Art to pursue, found out,
unfortunately, that the arts as avocation
are grand, but our hubris consisted of a
perceived need to transcend our amateur
status; believing that only when we
were paid for our gifts could our
creativity be legitimate.
But nothing is more fickle than the arts when
it comes to making a living;
it is true that our narcissism,
self adulation and ego are satiated,
as Creativity blossoms like
a field of poppies in Spring;
all passionate red and intoxicating--
yet the dark day usually arrives
when our side job becomes
our primary income.
I believe that there is a beautiful bravery
about those of us who became
professionals, who roped the dream,
who embraced fantasy.
I gave a decade to Art, and then thirty years to
teaching, discovering that serving others was much
more satisfying than just serving my self. I know
that Art is essential to the human experience, just
as necessary as technology, science, or commerce.
More’s the pity that patrons are few, and success
is elusive & fleeting.
Art as a muse is
fine, but she can be a bitch;
so beware her smile.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub