Artsy Fartsy
I’m one of those people who went through elitist art school without being artistically talented. As much as I hate to say this, I was always mediocre when it comes to artsy subjects (I was and still am talented writer in my native tongue, but not in prose or poetry like those others!). Most of my classmates are either painters, actors, photographers or published authors and I’m, well, I’m none of those things.
They say failed artists become critics. I don’t know if “they” know what they’re talking about but it seems I turned out to be a critic. Sorta. Nowadays I make my living doing both research and journalistic work from audiovisual culture.
The fact that I’m not an artist doesn’t prevent me playing with stereotypes that are attached to artistry. So here I am, sporting my grey beret, black outfit and poetic license.
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your attitude with this ‘artsy’ thing is terribly annoying. grow up, shut up and write your critics.
^^ Ouch. That was unneccessary. Things happen for a reason my dear.
I never went to an art school but I can somewhat relate to what you wrote. I’ve always been interested in art, but never really had the talent. Sure, I can draw but it’s nothing fantastic. Sure, I can write, but like you I tend to be a lot more talented when it comes to articles and essays. No short stories or poems from me. Well, I did write a poem about tights once. :D Maybe I should publish it in my blog one day. :D
Before starting my studies in the uni I never realised that there are other things on the art field as well than being The Artist. Finding that out was a really great moment for me, who is now planning to have a job related to art and culture, without having to be the artist myself. :)
Mimi: Sorry but I think you missed something here. I guess you paid attention to the topic of the post and you let your indignation define how you interpreted the whole text. First, I’m talking about playing with stereotypes that are attached to artistry. The topic of my post is a huge stereotype as you should know being an artist yourself. Second, the topic refers to yours truly, me being that mediocre wanna-be type you see a lot sporting those features that are attached to artistry in an oversimplified manner. So that’s it. Peace.
And hey, I guess we can safely stop pretending this whole “you don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are” thingie. It’s getting really boring. Whisk me an e-mail and we can talk about this better in private. :)
Secreterista: That’s the way life goes. Art scene must mean something to me ‘cause I keep coming back over and over again.
Jenni: You should really publish that poem of yours! I tried writing lyrics once but they were all full of shite. I thought it’s better to let PJ Harvey channel that female wrath as she can really master it and I simply can’t. :D
And good luck with your job hunting! Keep me posted. :)
I can relate to what you’re saying here – I went through an elitist art high school without being too talented.
I was decent or okay-ish in acting and writing fiction, but quite useless in aesthetic stuff like drawing ang photography.
And it’s quite likely that I’ll become some sort of art critic in the future.
By the way – did I see your beret browsing through things at the UFF today?
Or was it just a beret which resembled yours a lot?
Ranna: Busted! But why on earth you didn’t come to say hi!?
I have been thinking one thing. Were you somehow involved with Vostok some two years ago or so? Because for some reason I have this feeling that we were planning one series of lectures together back in 2006. Am I completely mistaken here?
Because I wasn’t quite sure if it was you!
I actually squeezed myself right past you at the crowded vintage-section.
I was working as a waitress in a coffee house (I’ve been listening too much Human League) two years ago, so I guess the answer is no.
But people quite often mistake me for someone else or think that they have met me somewhere (or that I’m related to their pals, because apparently I look just like them).
I guess I have one of those faces. :)
And I was blind as a bat! Well, today I was really miles away as I was just killing time before I met my other half at Soho. Next time you see me, promise to tug at my sleeve. As PMMP would say, oon luotettava, kiva, ihana ja viaton. ;)