Musings from the pen of De Gillett, one of our Arts Tree tutors. De has recently graduated with her Bachelor of Fine Art from 3 years of full time study at the Queensland College of Art, an experience which has inspired much soul searching on what it is to be an artist.
We
sorely need some new words for this strange art world in which we live. Just as
the Irish have many words for green and the Inuit many words for snow, we similarly
need an expansion of “artist” into the plethora of distinctions which that one
word contains.
“What
is art? What is not art!” cried those in thrall to the brave new world of
modernity in the early 1900’s. Indeed, what is an artist? Everyone can call
themselves an artist, according to post-modern thought of the 1970’s. The term
has become bloated and unwieldy, distended beyond any meaningful use or significance.
An
artist, surely, is one who makes art — but no; the conceptual primacy espoused
by art institutions worldwide makes a mockery of that notion. The idea is all,
no matter any lack of an art object which might exist in order to convey that idea
to the viewer. The untrained eye of the visually illiterate can apparently not be
trusted to comprehend the threads of contemporary discourse which inform any “successful”
contemporary work. A word is needed there, to define those artists who make no
art objects; whose practice is entirely, intellectually, academically cerebral.
There
are many who identify as artists who also make no (or precious little) art, in
an entirely different way. Those who occasionally like to draw, or paint — any
of the traditional or new media ways to create an image. These amateur practitioners
need a new word, too. A home cook is not necessarily a chef, a blogger is not necessarily
an author, and a distinction needs to be made between those who play with any pursuit
for their own enjoyment and those who pursue it earnestly, with all of their
being.
We
rightly shrink from awarding the title of doctor to one who avidly pursues
medical diagnoses through the internet. An architect is more than an ardent
devotee of “Grand Designs”. Our sporting heroes might indeed kick a ball around
on the weekend, but their abiding passion is also pursued as their primary
focus. Why then this aversion to linguistically dividing the professional
practicing artist from the hobbyist?
Within
the art world, we refer accurately to curators, gallery attendants,
compositors, graphic designers, cartoonists et al. How curious that our
definitive skills are so challenged by the notion of defining an artist. Are we
so in thrall to the self-congratulatory in-joke of the contemporary art world that
we suspend our own judgement? Can it be true that we are so insecure, so
unwilling to offend the self-styled arbiters of contemporary success that the citadel
of modernist and post-modern thought is simply never questioned?
An
art student is sometimes a hobbyist, sometimes an artist-in-the-making;
actively seeking the treasures that making art can bring to them, pursuing new
knowledge and technical skills, filling the tool-box of their artistry with every
contrivance and instrument they can find. A life-long studentship is, therefore,
an imperative component of what makes an artist. We need a word to define that
moment where the artist “becomes”— beyond a beginner, but still hungry for a
lifetime of development.
We
need new words.
An
artist makes art. Not as a hobby, not as a sideline oft put aside for another,
bigger reason. An artist is an artist, before she is a mother, a wife, a woman.
An artist main-lines creativity, no matter the cost. An artist is rarely off duty,
living instead as a transcriber of sensation, colour and experience, always
alert for that gritty catalyst that may in time become the next pearl.
I
am an artist.
De Gillett, March 3rd, 2013
