On Art

Lately I've been musing about art. I opened a page at deviantart.com, which is a great site filled with many, oh so many talented people. My page there is http://yaely.deviantart.com/ . I found myself thinking some really-deep-thoughts about art and artists, what is beauty and why we crave it, and the important of artists to the society.

I am an artist. I started drawing and painting at an early age, like most kids, only I think I was seriously into it then. I remember myself at 5-6, making what now seems like a comic book, a drawn story on multiple pages, ones that were used then as pages for printing, connected to each other. It was about a princess of course, and one of my older relatives made it with me. Then, cut to age 8 or so, copying a vase from sight with the little paints I had. Man I was proud of that! Then, at age 9-11, art was a great escape when I needed it most, drawing magical women while a social worker sat with me and my sister and talked with us about our fighting parents. Then at my boarding high school I was making ads for whatever. You know, these things you hang on the wall, '21:00, this and that, lecture in the main dining room'. This sort of thing, only really fancy... :) I remember my roomate saying, after watching me color the letters, 'No dont touch it! Its pretty like that!' and then after 10-20 minutes, 'Ah, its pretty. No dont touch it!! Its pretty like it is!' and on and on, until she realized it'll keep being pretty, and that i'll do it until I'm satisified with it. :)

Then another friend bought me my first canvas, and I had it for awhile, unknowing what I want to do with it. Then a night spent with a guy I didnt know before, in the park - Yeah I know how it sounds, but none of that :) - gave me a good idea on what to do with it. This painting was born...



Well you see, in the park, at night, the olive tree looked enchanted. I made up my mind to go there the next day and draw it. And so I did. And... Yes, its took 2-3 until I came up with the next idea to help bring this painting to a close. Now its finished, hung here above the computer in my apartment at a foreign country.

I got a bunch of them now.  There was a year or so of not painting, thinking I might be done with it. It took coming here to Sweden, the starting of a new life, to bring this back to life.

However, back to our original subject...

while wondering in deviantart.com I started thinking about what is beauty in art, 
and why is there a need for those things,  beauty and art. The sheer quantity of 
the talent in this site makes me think that maybe Man has it in him, to need to create art, to create beauty. Such a craving for beauty has to be ingrainged in us as a species, some higher form of consciousness devoted for evaluating and producing beauty. Wanting to be surrounded by a few plants in this otherwise barren apartment, wanting to have some art on the walls. I know I wouldnt be satisfied without it... And maybe even depressed.

I think art reminds us of our finer nature as beings of not only a physical nature. Reminding us that maybe at some point, a long time ago, we didnt need paints to create a painting,  and didnt have to be labeled as artists to be creators. Because that was what we were, beginning to end - Creators, of everything we could imagine.

Well. Thats some really-deep-thoughts,
huh? And I'm not even half done. Im thinking how imagination altered society. How movies, books, paintings, songs, compositions and so forth,  changed the world. How every artist is making a small revolution in his studio, thinking about new things that defy the norms of his time, and maybe even define the new norms of the society. These things happened before. Even science is influenced by works of art, like the automatic doors in Star Trek, the helicopter in Da-Vinci's works and so forth. Things imagined today are the inventions of tomorrow. This is not a new thought, but think of it applied on every painting you see, every new unpolished song you hear. These people, the artists in society, are creating the vision of tomorrow. Now isnt that inspiring?... :)

Oh and then some more thoughts, about how art is one of the areas in life that is not black or white. How its an arguable thing. Like beauty, you know, 'beauty is in the eyes of the beholder', and also the hebrew phrase, 'no arguing about taste and scent'. If a field isnt defined, it will be subjected to many critiques, some, of course, not as constructive as the others. You get my drift? Everyone can come and argue that this artwork right here is a piece of shit, and can argue so with so many complicated words that can break down a man's vision.

God bless all the artists out there whose vision has been broken down. I devote this post to them, and more importantly, to those who had not given up.

My first post

This is my first post. Im writing it at the evening of a saturday, while being indecisive if it should be written in hebrew or english. If it would be written in hebrew, it wouldn't reach non-hebrew-speaking audiences. But if it would, it would be a piece of home for me, while being abroad, and my family can read it easily. However is this a thing a really want? :) Depends on which of my family I'm thinking of.

And there's the issue of the thousands of blogs out there that are aching to be read. This doesnt bother me much, as I am not writing it for the sole purpose of it being read. I guess I have abit of spare time on my hands, and I've been wanting some place where I can air out my obssesions. My boyfriend's mind seem to clutter with them and it needs resting.  

And then there's the issue of introducing myself. This has to be done, but can be done in various ways, each telling about my character. I think I'll choose the more meandering way, in which my readers will get to know me by my posts. But to make vague matters less vague, I would rightly say my name is Yael, I was born in Israel, in a small deserty town called Mitzpe Ramon. Im 22, and is currently residing in Sweden, with my clutter-minded boyfriend, whose chosen nickname is even more bizzare than that. He wants people to be under the impression he's black. However, he denys it. :)

Theres also the issue of what to write about here. Should I make it structured, neatly ordered 

under topics? Maybe it should be a diary-like blog? Should I have one of those topical blogs, addressing a one singular topic? I wouldn't know which one to choose even at gun-point.

What I do know, however, is that I have alooot to write about, and I will, as days go. :)