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Art is everywhere. It is true, of course, that some people choose not to see it. I admit, I am a lover of all things beautiful and often I only recognise art as something that possesses beauty. I struggle to see the hidden art in the darkest of corners but everyday I am becoming more open to accepting that it is there and it, in its own way, is beautiful.
Art is subjective. Art is personal. Art is inside of everyone and must be embraced by the individual. How else would we have the abundance of art that we take for granted everyday? From music to paintings, photography to sculptures, writing to theatre, we are blessed with art from throughout time. Without these works, who would we be? Would we be the same? Or would the earth without art be, simply, eh?
And what would become of us? We happy few, we thespians, we… ‘PACE kids’. If something that plays such an integral part in our lives, disappeared? Would we be the same? What we do and who we are is millions of miles away from those our age who have not had their minds open to the same experiences that we have through our appreciation of art and theatre. So without the same artistic catalyst, what would become of us? Would we be as strong? Would we be as dedicated and passionate? Would we be as confident in ourselves?
I think not. For some it may be the case, but for others it may not even be the art itself that has allowed us to be who we are, but instead the simple bravery of the artist. To have the courage and self confidence to put a piece of your heart and soul out there for others to criticise and mock, is inspiring. And that is what we learn from these artistic heroes.
Not every piece of art is going to go down in history, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a masterpiece. Any art you create is your masterpiece. It is a piece of you and you are a piece of it. But it may still be torn down by others who don’t understand this.
To me, this is terrifying. To allow myself to be vulnerable – naked – is like opening myself up to ridicule. An irrational fear? Maybe. And my ‘Top-Of-The-Class Syndrome’ peeking through? Definitely. But a fear felt by many of us? Of Course. We are compared to others constantly. Sometimes by other people but, even worse, sometimes by ourselves. We are told constantly that we must be better. That we must, ‘Shout louder! Feel something! Laugh! Sob!’ But what if that’s not us? Every person is special. So therefore, everything created by that person is special. It may not be to everyone’s exact taste, but if you have pride in it, what can people criticise?
I am not saying that there isn’t always room for improvement, because there is of course. As long as you keep pushing yourself to be the best you can be, you can always improve. And it is because people possessed this motivation to improve and bravery to be a blank canvas to creativity that we have incredible art today.
So, as I so often do, I find myself wondering; what if? What if I was braver? What if I had the same motivation? What would I do if I knew I could not fail? A seemingly very basic question but one I ask myself a lot. What would I do if I knew I could not fail? Well, my ideal answer would be ‘everything I can do’ but can I be sure that would be the case? And if that would be the case, then why do I not allow myself to do that anyway? I used to wish every night before I went to bed and every morning at 11.11, that I would wake up the next day and be braver, bolder, bigger, better. But after a while I realised that these things weren’t something that was just going to happen to me when I woke up, these qualities had to come from within me and it was only when this occurred to me, that things began to change. I began to change. And it has been a long process, a slow process, but a brilliant process. All I can do is, as the Remote cast would say, take one step, ‘then the next’ and hope that I improve every single day.
I realise now that I have spoken as if I’m a great art critic, or even just enthusiast. I am not. I appreciate, yet I do not seek. A great downfall of mine, I know, but my mind and heart have been opened to such great things through being around other people who are willing to experience these things. I suppose, art has done this for me too. Art has brought me closer to so many people who I never thought I would have things in common with and I can never express how much I am in debt for that. So, would the earth be the same? I don’t know. But me? I know for sure that I would not be the same person I am today.