Lost In Translation
The Unknown Artist.
By way of an introduction
A quote from a friend of mine:
For the creative person the battle lies not in finding an idea; we are surrounded by our ideas, they are the blood in our veins. the battle lies in bringing the idea from your imagination into the living breathing world; turning blood into flesh and bone.
For it to exist in this world your limitless glowing idea has to shrink a little, and shine a little less. The flesh and bone you create to shape it also restrict it. It becomes more than a body, it is also a prison.
The true essence of the creative process is not a search for that one luminous idea, but rather a fight to keep that idea from becoming ordinary as it is born into the world.
We should all fight tooth and claw against becoming ordinary.
Oliver R 1979-2007
I’ve always been frustrated with my abilities as a photographer, writer, and now I guess artist as well. Ollie always made it look easy, but then everything came easy to him. I’ve always been an ideas person; I’ve always had that going for me; but I’ve always struggled bringing those ideas into the world as finished ‘works’. They come out deformed or underdeveloped; the ‘works’ are never quite what I expect them to be. The way I see it is that the ‘idea’ is in my head is in some different beautiful foreign language and it’s my job to translate it into English. When I’m done I’m often struck with the sense that some of the magic or poetry was lost in the translation. I feel that this is the same no matter what I’m creating, weather that be a poem, short story or photograph. Sometimes I feel like my abilities cant to do justice to my ideas. My head is full of half written stories and abandoned characters; the debris of ideas that will never be fully realised.
Oliver would have said that I was being too hard on myself, he would have said don’t force it just let it come naturally. The things is that’s not the way I work, I sweat and struggle and slog my guts out and at the end of it I’m left with a piece of work that’s marginally to the left or right of what I was aiming for; but if I’m lucky I see a sleight improvement on the last piece of work I created. If I see a sleight improvement I’m more or less happy.
That’s how I work; I slog my guts out to slowly gradually moving towards something that may no be perfect but its at least a little closer to what I was aiming for.
About the picture
I wanted this picture to be pretty simple so that nothing would distract your attention between the model and the painting (which incidentally I painted myself. Its meant to look rubbish but I don’t think I could have made it look any better if I tried) the theme/joke is that this is meant to be a life drawing class and the shoddy paining in the foreground is the best the artist could do. This picture sums up my own frustrations with my artistic abilities in a light hearted sort of way. Another theme in the picture is the Japanese Concept Of Wabi-sabi; which is the beauty of the imperfection and transience. This Buddhist concept says that everything is imperfect, incomplete, and impermanent. And its the objects or indeed persons ‘flaws’ that make it unique and real and therefore beautiful. As the world seems to become evermore obsessed with perfection on a daily basis I’ve become quite taken with the concept of Wabi-sabi.
And yet I still slog my guts out to improve and I beat myself up when I’m off my game and one of my ‘works’ is particularly bad. Go figure hey; guess I’m an imperfect perfectionist!
Model & MUA: Elle Rose
(c) The Unknown Artist