Yesterday, I pulled out my
To allay any confusion, this wasn’t some feel-good observation acknowledging the need to create that can be found within everyone. No, this was a comment made in a conversation where another student whose office was sponsoring a showing of art created by employees was in the process of tearing apart the paintings and photography of one of his colleagues. The best that he had to say about her work was that it was “okay for someone who’s beginning” but that she was crazy to think of herself as an artist.
Since he discarded all semblance of constructive critique in that conversation, I don’t feel ashamed noting that his pots tend to be heavy, arrogant pieces that are reasonably competent from a structural standpoint and utterly devoid of aesthetic merit. They are, in a word, ugly. I can’t even begin to imagine what his photographs are like.
Darrell surprised me, though, with “Everyone’s an artist.” Granted, he’s a professional artist and will have a certain perspective that stems from that, but the statement was so disdainful and dismissive that there was no mistaking his meaning. Art is made by the gifted, and anyone not gifted should not be able to call themselves an artist.
I felt like I was swimming around that dock all over again.