So, as is usual, I’m running around completely late because there’s a zillion and five things that need to get done before I sit before my computer and type furiously for y’all.
I had a Marathon for Literature meeting this morning (of which y’all will be hearing more about in the coming weeks). <–See how I did that? Shameless, shamelss squid.
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Sorry ’bout that. That’s the sleep dep speaking.
When I left y’all on Sunday, I had proposed a couple of questions.
But, a final thought/question: what do y’all think the artist’s persona has been and is becoming and how has this been fostered/rejected by society?
Also, what are some stereotypes of The Artist?
It used to be that artists were eccentrics (occasionally stark-staring mad–Hi Vincent! I see you over in the corner with Theo.), but they were still expected to (more or less) conform to deadlines, communicate well, run their workshops, and keep their patrons not-angry.
More or less. There’s only so much you can do sometimes.
Now, we have the artist as flake–if not a full-on artist as elitist hipster correspondence. If we’re really unlucky, artists (like chefs used to be) are social deviants who are artists because they can’t be anything else, because they are so far outside of what is socially acceptable that being an artist is the only way that they can have some position in society.
*so totally trying not to over-identify here*
There’s this weird idolization of artists, but it’s also paired with an even odder not-quite anxiety.
I don’t know. I’m just thinking out loud here, ya know?
We have these stereotypes of artists: artists are disorganized, flaky, academically deficient (Okay, I totally blow this one out of the water and most of the artists I went to school do too. We were all Honor’s Students.), depressed, have addictive personalities, schizo-typal (There was a study and everything.), can’t really communicate in anyway other than our art, yada, yada, yada.
Seriously, what’s with all of that? I’ve know a bunch of artists, and while occasionally true, these kinds of stereotypes are largely inaccurate.
Honestly, it seems like, when these stereotypes hold true, it’s because someone took them too much to heart and decided it was a good way to get out of doing things they didn’t like (e.g., Maths for a lot of artists).
*head on tentacle* I think it’s kinda silly that this artist paradigm exists (And what’s the first thing that we all learned about paradigms? They are made to be deconstructed.), and even sillier that we all seem to get sucked into them sometimes.
I know I do on occassion. I don’t want to, but I do.
So, what do you think Interwebs? Do artists=the stereotypes, or all they all hype and an extension of anxiety?