Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Submitted for your consideration…

No, not another Twilight Zone marathon, just borrowing that famous phrase, one of so many Rod Serling worked into the language

Consideration.

It’s a word we don’t give much consideration to. We all know when someone has been inconsiderate of our time, talent and needs but we don’t think a great deal about the times when we ignore the needs of others to get the stuff we want done done.

Now a certain amount of ruthlessness is necessary to be an artist. Life has so many ways of creating demands on our time that there has to be a way to filter some of them out or we’d never get anything done. But even being a ruthless artist with the Work as the focus of our lives, there is a place for consideration.

First and foremost there is consideration of the work of others. Yes, yes, I know, ask an artist abut their work and watch as the listener’s eyes roll back into their heads and they loose the will to live, but for other artists listening to our own should be a duty, and obligation, a sacred trust.

If you don’t have time to listen to another artist talk about their work, their struggles to find the creative spark, squeeze the energy out of a too full day, scrape together the money and the equipment to get the job done, then you cannot hope that they will do the same for you. Tell the truth, aren’t your cats and house plants starting to cringe when once again you approach them with the latest whine about why you haven’t gotten more work done?

By acting as a sounding board for a fellow artist you might just learn something of value. There are folks who know a whole bunch more than I do about a whole bunch of things and if I am too busy to take a moment to hear what they have to say, then there is an excellent chance I won’t learn about all of that big ole bunch.

Take the time now. You might not be here tomorrow or worse yet the person who has gained all of that knowledge might not be here to share it with you and you have to admit that there are places in your day where you could actually give up a few minutes to be enlightened.
If you won’t listen to your fellow artists what about the nice folks who do so much to make things happen for artists like you, the gallery owners, club presidents and museum directors and the news folks who usually get it wrong but them that’s because some snotty artists wouldn’t talk to a lowly reporter from a local paper/television station/radio station.

Look, you make art, they make news or at least report the news which gets made and that means every so often you will be the subject of that news item. If you aren’t you should be nice to them anyway so that when the time comes they look forward to another chance to get a juicy sound bite from a well-informed insider.

You want them to come to you so that you can show them how to get it right and not have to spend the next six weeks standing around the coffee pot crying about how badly the press distorted your words/ideas.

Give some consideration to the folks who aren’t there yet but are trying their hearts out to get there and damn sure wish that someone who was there would give them a hand so that they could get that much closer to being there.

Yes, that does mean the kids, but it also means making sure no artist no matter where they are in their journey to mastery feels like someone, especially someone known in the community and respected by the local artarazzi is looking out for them and willing to take time away from their own work to lend a hand to someone on the way.

The trouble with the art community is that it takes so long to get really good a what you are doing when you do you are well on your way to being past your expiration date and if you aren’t cultivating younger enthusiasts, the whole thing will die out before it gets re-seeded and then you have to whole deforestation thing to worry abut and it seems like a little consideration isn’t much to ask to prevent creative erosion and nurture a renewable resource.

And then there’s the clock question. You are aware that the clock is ticking? Lurking there somewhere inside is that ticking time bomb just waiting to go off an lay you lo and if you haven’t managed your consideration well there you are, laid up in the shop at the mercy of the Croaker and your own work comes to a screeching, burning halt, cause we all know that the medical profession, (If it is so professional how come they call doing it practicing?), won’t give one minute’s consideration to your concerns or desires. They do what they want, when they want and your needs be damned.

So before you go back to wrapping those presents or fixing another batch of cookies, rumming a fruit cake or stuffing a bird, consider all of the things that would pile up if you weren’t able to get up tomorrow and hit the deck running.

Is all of the work you are focus on ready to be stowed away for a while if you can’t attend to it? Have you organized your life so that the bills get paid and the lights stay on and the cat gets fed? Have you made sure all of the folks you enjoy and appreciate know how much they mean to you and know that the worst part of not being able to maintain full speed if the fear of disappointing them?

You know Scrooge learned it the hard way and frankly I’m not all that hot for ghosts of Christmases or any other holiday, I just want to keep doing the things I have been doing, and I can get all of that done without visitations at midnight, two and four. That’s too scary for me and it is far too much like being back in the hospital where they wake you up to check and see if you still have a pulse. Funny, if I don’t seem crabby at two in the dark thirty that’s a pretty good indication that I am not pulse worthy.

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