Art is a Form of Evisceration
Dec 29, 06:18 PM
Originally written on February 14, 2007
Waking up this morning, early in the AM, I had this epiphany about how art (creating art, viewing art) is like. . . a variety of evisceration.
The artist, buried in soul, reaches in deep-deep to find that elusive tendril of something and then exposes the origin of that tendril in a manner which can be shocking, stirring, scary or even feared; usually it's only feared if it's likely to be misunderstood. Bloody tendril. The ultimate initiator, however, is to evoke and the need/decision to evoke is completely risky. Evocation is done so at a degree of risk/expense of exposure/harm to the artist.
Writers, poets, artists, musicians, sculptors, all wishful / wannabe artists subject themselves to this self-inflicted evisceration whenever they choose to share a piece of work. There's an undercurrent of uncertainty and ridicule that one subjects one's "self" to whenever choosing to share, but at some point, the artist decides that the alternative is no more or less dangerous or embarrassing than the self-humiliation of being so open or raw in expression, thought or form.
Waking up this morning, early in the AM, I had this epiphany about how art (creating art, viewing art) is like. . . a variety of evisceration.
The artist, buried in soul, reaches in deep-deep to find that elusive tendril of something and then exposes the origin of that tendril in a manner which can be shocking, stirring, scary or even feared; usually it's only feared if it's likely to be misunderstood. Bloody tendril. The ultimate initiator, however, is to evoke and the need/decision to evoke is completely risky. Evocation is done so at a degree of risk/expense of exposure/harm to the artist.
Writers, poets, artists, musicians, sculptors, all wishful / wannabe artists subject themselves to this self-inflicted evisceration whenever they choose to share a piece of work. There's an undercurrent of uncertainty and ridicule that one subjects one's "self" to whenever choosing to share, but at some point, the artist decides that the alternative is no more or less dangerous or embarrassing than the self-humiliation of being so open or raw in expression, thought or form.
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