Wednesday, July 23, 2008

What is Passion in Art - Does Desire Elude or Even Scare You?




"What is Passion in Art - Does Desire Elude or Even Scare You?"

Passion in art, do you know it? Do you long to melt into the colors of red and dance with the latest voice expressing desire? Does it penetrate your very being, till you feel you can barely breathe? Do you feel restless and think that you will never 'get there'?

I know what passion means to me, and I find the very word abused and over used.

I decided to do a search on passion art. I wanted to see what passion means to other artists, maybe fulfill my need for going through a gallery. I typed said text in on google and saw image after image of nothingness. I became bored after the 5th page of square after square, of work that presented what others had decided to label as passion.

So what is it?

Why does it elude so many?

Maybe you do in fact feel blood rushing to your head at the sight of a still life. I can only express the fact that I have been searching for passion for art, all my life, it is the very core of my work, yet I know, I will never obtain its secrets.

I guess I am on a soapbox for passion.

The dictionary describes passion as a strong and barely controllable emotion; a state or outburst of emotion; intense sexual love; intense desire or enthusiasm for something.

More over used words: intense; emotion; desire.

Somehow I just don't think those emotions can be stirred up, within anyone's being, while viewing a bowl of fruit.

There is a real dichotomy with art. Some want to understand it; ask it to give them more; enlighten them towards some electric realization of cosmic fortitude.

And some people seek it out to place above their couch, match its color; stay in its place never asking anything but calmness ... with no questions asked.

Of course there are some questions people are prompted to ask if they are in love with those little cottages, light coming from the windows with a path leading to peaceful spots of a tired mind. People ask themselves, (and I am supposing here) "What do you think the people in that little cottage are having for dinner? Or is it a family like mine or wish I had?" Memories and nostalgia are stirred in some people, I am guessing. Is that passion though? I concede, maybe to some, but not one single bit to me.

I met a man who told me that he only likes poems that rhyme. Humm, I thought... limericks then? How mind bending. I am suggesting that if you feel that way, that a poem is not a poem unless it rhymes, or a painting is only blessed if it matches your couch, that you challenge your mind to hope for more.

Every single painting or sculpture, every poem or story I create, makes me feel uncomfortable and discontent. If you are an artist, or a lover of art, I believe you want that. It is passion reaching back at you, taunting you, to feel heights you have not yet reached.

While sex can and often does include passion, or at least we hope it does! I am not writing about sex per say, I am suggesting that passion, in its rawest form, should not be misconstrued as something that does not elude to something more. It should compete with ideas already set in your mind and cause you a sense of abandonment of your own being, if not for a moment.

Passion is emotion that is ready to explode and there is no resting place in sight. I want that! I want every stroke on canvas to exhume that. If you are a love of art or an artist of any genre at all, you should want that too. To find a resting place in art is to find boredom in the end. Can you soften your mood with art? Can you mend your own wounds while painting a vase of flowers? Of course you can. But, seek out passion, know it, embrace that elusive treasure. It will not cause you to feel 'comfortable', no, but it shouldn't, that is not its definition. Will you ever get there? I would answer no as well.. it is just barely out of reach, so kehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifep reaching!

by Kathy Ostman-Magnusen
copyright 2008

By the way... past the passion, lol... click the title at the top and see my house that is for sale. It is now 275K which was really the correct price!

Aloha, Kathy

The image is of my painting "Primal Block Party 1" 12x12 of canvas blocks of 3x3x2's. Contact Monkdogz Urban Art in NY, who represent me, if you are interested in buying it.

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My work is being exhibited now in "Zepher", and International art show.





4 comments:

Kuanyin Moi said...

I love your writing style Kathy...and of course, your paintings are beyond beautiful! One of these days I'd love to see them at the gallery in NY!

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen said...

Just visited Kuanyin's blog.. well 2 of them.. Kuanyin? YOU are great! Thanks.. mahalo nui, for your comment!

~Kathy
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Terri Lloyd said...

Hey Kathy, I agree about the passion in art statement. I think it's over used or perhaps even misused. I think misused and misunderstood.

For me it's a no brainer. This passion/art thing is all consuming. There is no room between it and me. I eat, breathe, think, excrete, live, perhaps even die for art. My life itself therefore is the art.

This passion is the energy, the fire in my engine that keeps the force, the momentum going. The heart beating, the blood pulsing, the mind racing, the dots connecting, the eye seeing, the stories telling. This, this thing I do, I am compelled to do, perhaps then yes, for the lack of another word, is I would suppose, passion.

To me, it is what I do. Nothing more, nothing less.

Kathy Ostman-Magnusen said...

OMG... Terry, Terry, Terry... you never cease to blow me completely away! I am in awe of your brilliance. I guess I have told you that before! Because it is soo true. Yup!!

~Kathy
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