No rest for the weary...

I was watching a comedian tonight on TV and I have always felt some strange similarity between artist and comedians. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I have always thought that there is a fine line between that of comic and that of artist. Maybe it's just me or my style of art. I am not sure. I have always been able to empathize with comics, not because of the obvious reasons. Such as that they make people laugh. It goes deeper. Something about the frame of mind of a comedian and an artist are very similar. It is a belief system that goes against the grain.

We both have a commodity that is rare and elusive, yet holds no life or death value of survival, but just the same, without either life and death mean nothing. Without art or laughter the world would be a very dull and monotonous place. Devoid of all that is unique in Human. Both forms are misunderstood, stereotyped, and under appreciated. Both when done skillfully appear to take no skill at all. A simple unrehearsed talent that just happens to those of us lucky enough to discover it. When in actuality, both take a tremendous amount of drive, focus, practice, and a certain personality that engulfs one's self with an undeniable insight into the human psyche.

I think that is what it is. Then again it could just be a stubborn rebelliousness refusing to give in to the pencil pushing conformists that occupy most society. I am lucky enough to consider myself an artist and I am glad I am and I think in proportion there are enough of us out there.A creative seems to consume more space than the typical person, not of material matter, but rather of conceptual abstract matter. The being itself seems to weigh more heavily than that of the typical, surface dweller...

Just a bit to think about, nothing more...

Truly gifted artists, or comedians come around once in a lifetime because of their personalized view and gift combined. There are never duplicates. Never another...There will never be another Pryor, Farley, Belushi, Kenniston, Picasso, Rembrandt, Michelangelo, Warhol, Stella, Dali, and the list goes on and on and on. Their style, their technique, their life, all shaped into their expression... Their interpretation of life, not art is what they gave us, and we were lucky enough to be shown. Basically, I guess I am saying thanks to all those that came before me to inspire me to aspire to be greater than I know I am capable of being. That is where the true fun of this adventure lies. Not in the knowing, but the unknown paths. Success or failure? It is the experience of seeking both that will always lead to success. Failure can only be achieved by not achieving anything. A failure is something I will never be and I can say that with all honesty.