Digging In The Matter
“Art mends broken hearts, pulls people up for air, and
soothes the worst pains mankind can deliver.”
– Victoria S. Hardy
A friend asked for a favorite quote from an artist, and
since I felt rushed, or at least didn’t want to surf websites for one - I wrote
my own. It got me to thinking, though,
and I suppose that is what art is about, saving us from or delivering us to our
demons.
Words are so hard, and relating to the world is
difficult. Pain and loss and vision and
dreams and experiences are real. Yet,
we live in a world that defines the parameters, and there is too much media
defining us. We forget that our
differences are what make us great.
Today my husband said to me that we shared the same curse of
not seeing ourselves as good as we are in our personal callings. That is true. We do what we do without the confidence given to others. We struggle under the world’s rules of not feeling
good enough, tall enough, thin enough, smart enough, educated enough, and
forget regularly the call that has us writing or singing or painting or
playing.
For whatever the reason, Chris and I grew up under burdens
and they may seem simple and lackadaisical in today’s world, but broken
families and dead siblings make a mark on any child. I suppose it ingrained in us a knowledge of how quickly life
could change and also a sad recognition of how people accepted the
changes.
God given talent, or tragedy, or heartbreak, or stunning
realizations at any age opens the door, and there you are - an artist. Some of us throw it out there, others keep
it safe and close - the art, the healing, and the dealing with a society we
haven’t understood, or no longer understand.
Some slam the door and lock it, dealing with themselves and their things
in a different matter.
The world tends to define talent, and mostly it seems to
change year to year – they have their talent shows and lift some folks up,
while ignoring so many. We accept the
judge’s decisions just as we accept so many things - as we are only allowed to
see so many things. But I am beginning
to grasp that the world is much vaster than the media would like us to
believe.
I know great artists, and I feel so blessed to have spent
time in their presence, and what I know from the great ones is that they are a
little nervous, worried that they aren’t good enough, and concerned how the
world views them. Great artists are
odd, lovely, but odd; they may seem anti-social at times, or disconnected, but
they are digging in the matter and figuring how to relay it.
Art is a way to show pain, or to rise above it. Art lifts us with color, or ink, or words,
or drums, or strings, or brass, or cloth - something to sink our heads, hands,
or bodies inside for a bit while transmitting messages that we don’t fully
understand. Art is the poor man’s way
to richness, if only for a moment. Not
the richness of the media, not the richness of history, but the richness of
knowing we made a difference, somehow, and someway.
Art is life. Art is
history. Art is color. Art is the word. Art is the sound. Art is
all the things that remind us of hope and our early beginnings. Art can be lonely. Art can be too busy. Art
challenges us to find that simple voice in us, which always encourages us. Art makes us dig through the matter to find
the jewel that rests inside of each of us.
Much thanks to Laura Neff for asking the question and as
always keep seeking.
And below is a video of Chris Hardy's song "Digging In The Matter" with my shaky camera work as I figure out video vs. film.
https://youtu.be/PFZmWJmHfws
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