Winter Flus and Blues

30, January 2013 § 3 Comments

Jan'e Sketch

by Jane Morris Pack

If we are suffering illness, poverty, or misfortune, we think we shall be satisfied on the day it ceases. But there too, we know it is false; so soon as one has got used to not suffering one wants something else.
– Simone Weil

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature’s aid with intellect.
– Nietzsche

Lying in bed with the winter flu gives one too much time to think. Browsing all the news articles on the brutality of our species adds to the depression. For a brighter view I glance at the happenings in the tech world and also feel overwhelmed. My mind struggles to find a place to be at rest. I ache to be back in the studio and yet I am ambivalent as well. If I’m honest I never really settled this battle, this score with the creative process . Every winter I once again pick up my brushes to try to find a new artistic expression that I so long for when I am away from it, and then I struggle with the “why”. Why am I doing this? Why do I occupy so much of my time and effort in something which after all changes the world so little? I am often asked this question by students. Is the struggle and sacrifice worth it? I don’t claim to have  authority but at least the question makes me pause and consider this question for myself.

All artists want recognition and a few even claim to desire fame. But fame brings stiff competition and even more pressures. Having met a few celebrities recently I can only imagine that their stresses are way beyond mine. I would like to say that being an artist is all joy. But perhaps it is only the privileged status we award ourselves that makes this struggle seem worthwhile. The self-doubts and the push to find the material and means to express what you feel about the world, about art, can trip you up. Too much hesitation and the joy can evaporate. I think about my audience, then just as swiftly try to deny their presence. It is fatal to work for another. This constant push toward self renewal is taxing. It is so much easier to find a niche and stay there, or a distinctive method and just push it rearranging the elements. But I think the explorer in me rebels against sameness. Although my work may look similar to others and identifiable as mine, I always feel that I am breaching new walls and confronting new ideas.

We all have limitations. Our place in the world is unfortunately stratified and tiered. I don’t prescribe to the idea that anyone can become anything, although that is an American dream which receives much lip service. But within the limitations that we prescribe for ourselves could we not be more? Could we not do more? How many of us waste the better part of ourselves wondering rather than doing. While lying here on the couch waiting for my health to return I ebb and flow with restlessness and inertia. Maybe age pushes me more strongly than youth. But time ticks away for all of us and what we do not tap will drain away. All humans surely struggle with the balance of work and play, creativity and duty. Perhaps labeling myself as an artist gives me some sense of urgency, or at least inevitability to continue. Could I do more? That answer is an easy yes, a resounding yes.

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§ 3 Responses to Winter Flus and Blues

  • Jane ! first of all hope yor feeling better! Your words really hit home with the struggles of an artist, life’s everyday details can pull you away from what you know your soul desires. I too sometimes stare at all my paintings some a little dusty! and wonder why? Then the pull towards my art returns …That was very insightful and beautifully written ..here is a quote that you might like…”Artists don’t get down to work until the pain of working is exceeded by the pain of not working”..Stephen DeStaebler..from the book….Art &fear. by David Bayles & Ted Orland
    Thanks Jane …Hope to see you in April Im coming to Paros …be there by March 29 would love to meet for lunch or dinner! Victoria<3

  • Cora Stryker says:

    Thanks, Jane. It’s great to “hear” your voice. Take care of that flu and know that I think of you and Paros often.

  • I agree. I find there are ways to push myself out of my comfort zone that help me grow and then there are those that don’t. Yes, there is always more to do!

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