I want to make sure that when I entice you to go to my music website with a special E
van’s Garden offer or bonus, that you understand my motive in this little bribe. 😉
It isn’t to blow my own horn (well, there may be a horn there but…) or cuz I think I’m the ultimate utmost. 😀 What I consider about my art, whether I adore it, am unsure of it, think it could blow up the sofa when turned up loud, make someone cry for joy or cry for pain, whatever I may think of it is neither here nor there. In truth, it is all about you.
An artist is someone who is not a hermit spiritually. He may have removed himself from the busy traffic lanes of the world to attain enough quiet in his own universe to be able to contact himself with focus and thus, whew, create. Even if he lives as one, he is not spiritually the hermit.
He steps aside enough to take good note of what he is feeling, so as to cast it into an effective carrier form. Why? He has decided to share. The artist wants to reach others to deliver something that gets understood and elicits a response. A great artist is a master of communication and elicits a vivid response.
It’s like love. Loving oneself is crucial and a sane place to start loving the rest of life. Love is never only inwardly focused, not actual love.
To me, art doesn’t exist until the moment it’s reverberating in another who is responding. For all the life the work may possess, that is yet a potential — it’s alive only as it is shared.
Picture this: the door to the grand museum closes. It was a busy day. Many gasps, shudders, some scratching of heads, even some tears and giggles made its walls vibrate that day. But the next morning, the museum was closed — let’s say temporarily so we don’t get too sad now. Those Monets lay just as tightly against the walls, aiming out at just the right angle to be viewed. The original intention of the artists to be potentially felt were just a fervent that day as the day before.
But the pieces of art there might as well not have existed on the second day when the museum was closed. And if that museum were to stay closed, it would become as a sepulcher only known as a grave of the greats to those who had experienced and responded to the treasures now locked inside. The art would continue to live to the extent tat living people continued to respond to it and send the vibrations forth.
Taken further, what if those objects we see as treasures had never been shown at all to the world? What if Rodin had striven to show his thinking man and satisfied, or not, with his creation, had smashed it and swept up the pieces? What if Beethoven had torn up his manuscripts after satisfying only the urge to capture his mind and soul?
But no, they wanted to share themselves with others. Take Beethoven. He was utterly focused on im
parting what he felt as divinity in life and man. Had he trashed his music, we’d not have shivered and soared with him into the stratosphere of spirituality in his Fifth Piano Concerto or Ninth Symphony. We would not be discussing it now.
An artist generates life — something we all do so let’s acknowledge that — but that life does not warm into being until another duplicates it and contributes to it.
It’s like love. It makes the world go around. It’s like a dance. It takes two to tango.
Yesterday, I asked my subscribers to listen to my songs, to get the free exclusive download and to “Like” me on Facebook and added “If you do like my music.” I later reread what I’d sent and wished I had emphasized that point even more. So I am doing that here.
Opinions. There really isn’t any absolute and universal form of beauty, nor is there any surefire method of sharing an inspiration.
The best you can do is say what’s real to you as well as you can and put form to what is ultimately formless. You send it abroad to find those who respond positively. Others of similar wavelength, really
I am hoping you go and take in my songs in the little player there to the right (with a picture of me at age 5 — uh, ya, I need a new photo! LOL) . If you want to, get the free download so as to join my list; and if you like or love what you’ve heard, use social media to spread the word. Ah, good! That’s what I meant but could’ve made a whole bunch clearer.
Let’s hear from Phil A’Soffee 😉
Like you, I want to put more love, more understanding into the world. Universal feelings that tend to link us. If we co-feel, we co-exist.I f we FEEL this at any level, I believe that we begin to live it.
Art binds us in universal and spiritual connection. A Shakespeare play can change an entire outlook on life.
I want to help dissolve barriers, soften the hammered hardness in the places of hearts. Art can do that.
Speaking practically, it’s a workable way to make actual connection before objections pop up. You can kinda come around the corner riding the flow and take someone’s heart and mind by surprise.
My art is simply me trying to bring about that world of connection through means that tend to bypass differences and penetrate — that is, if I do it well.
So, when I invite you to my website, it’s to share my creations, to spread pleasure, maybe ignite something and to do my part as above. If I’m good enough, I stand a chance. Time will tell. You fit in, being my first audience — yea!
Okay. Let me know how you like all this and mmmm-hmm, go to my site, EvanSymondsMusic.com — have a listen and dig around all you want. Enjoy!
I know, we are all so busy these days, dashing around making ends meet, driving the kids to activities, working late on home businesses, whew!— that by the time the day’s over, we may be bushed and not in the mood. Let me fool around with what Willl Shakespeare said, “Music is the food of love” and say, “Music is the food of the soul!” He probably said that, too! 🙂
Thanks for reading! I’d love to hear back from you. Hugs!
Evan