Two weeks ago I went to see a musical called Rock On. It was off, off, off Broadway. It wasn’t that great but the idea behind it made me think. It was about the problem of getting what you want but not what you need in life. Sometimes what we want is not necessarily what is good for us or what we should be striving for. The shortened message was: Be careful what you wish for cuz you might just get it.
It was about fulfilling an emptiness. There is an emptiness within artists of all kinds—actors, musicians, artists, poets, writers—they create what they feel and sometimes they are consumed by what they feel. There is a piece that’s missing inside. Some unfulfilled element within, that’s usually quelled by some sort of vice for a short time in order to forget about the void when the talent isn’t in use. Some use their art as an outlet to get out of their heads. Some use it to understand what is in their heads. Sometimes it’s too much. The longing leads to loneliness and self isolation which stems from constantly living alone in your head with your art. Most great ‘arts’ of any medium are not described as happy. They are the sad, the dark, the so-called ugly things that exist behind what is outwardly beautiful. Van Gogh doesn't strike me as a happy go lucky kinda guy. Partly because of the ear situation and partly because all his paintings look sad. Even the one of the yellow sunflowers in a vase looks sad. They look like depressed flowers. And it's probably from hanging out with Vincent. You can’t create a sadness that doesn’t already live within the creator. The problem is, that one gets consumed by their emotions—by what makes them creatively beautiful—and they forget that they must actually live outside their heads as well.
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