I was having a conversation with someone about music, particularly Rock n’ Roll music. Some of the most admired writers and musicians of the genre have, during interviews, said they don’t think much of themselves as musicians. Some have said they actually believe they sound pretty terrible as far as playing their instruments are concerned. Others who are loved for their vocal stylings say they can’t stand the sound of their voice! Why then, the question may arise, are they successful and appreciated?
Our conversation led us to surmise that what these people supposedly lack in technical proficiency, they make up for with their conviction, energy and vision. They are somehow compelled to make what ever it is they need to make, in the manner that it is necessary. “It’s analog, … it’s the mistakes that we love, it’s what makes us appreciate that we are human.” my friend said.
In painting, the same is true. At times, pushing paint feverishly into the weave of the canvas is like throwing a Gibson over your shoulder and sending a power chord through a stack of Marshall amplifiers. The “craft” is far from being considered while the energy and intention is being blurted out without any care for perfection. In this sense, the act of making art, within any genre, is as abstract and absurd as it is beautifully ridiculous.
Model: Aycil Yeltan