Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Ladies and Gentlemen....

Artists are weird people.  Do they classify as people?  They’re easy to spot and impossible to forget.  Ugh, I just used a cliché right there.  And there I go again.  The world is an artist’s stage.  They talk to no one, yet talk to everyone.  Artists can be painters, drawers, sculptors, musicians, actors, dancers, writers, photographers, cinematographers, and other lengthy named professions.  I suppose they are people, I mean, they do breathe, walk on two legs, circulate blood, scratch their heads, and eat (though some forget to occasionally). 
These artists are easy to spot, primarily through their talents, but also through their personality.  I have been involved in theatre for many years, and will be the first to proclaim from the roof tops how absolutely strange, questionable, sometimes terrifying, yet utterly endearing “drama people” are.  Walk into your nearby Starbucks, what do you see?  No, not the sorority girls ordering their white chocolate mocha latte java chip frappuccino extra foam hold the whip cream two sugars please.  Look in the corner at the huddled group with laptops and funny hats.  Walk down the road and see the girl yelling, “hold it right there! Don’t move until I grab my camera!”  Look at the fingers of an artist.  Are they caked with clay, stained with paint, or blistered from a guitar?
I always knew I was going to be a writer.  Growing up, I was the one that had tons of imaginary personalities.  They weren’t just imaginary friends named Blankie or Rachel 2.  To me, these were real people with real physical features, real emotions, and real stories.  Laney, girl who played basketball and worked in her grandfather’s car garage on weekends.  Christopher, the boy who lived on a cattle ranch in New Mexico. Maggie, the rich Italian girl whose family was stranded in the Amazon rainforest.  Anna Maria, the Spanish orphan trapped in a boarding school (inspired by Francis Hodgson Burnett’s A Little Princess, one of my favorite childhood books).
For artists, life is simply an art gallery, a theatre, a lit stage, or a best-selling book.  There may be critics, (there always are) but that’s what makes us shine.  

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