Art and life

lifeHave you ever asked yourself if art imitates life? Or is it the other way around?

Art inspires us to imagine the life we think we deserve, gives us something to believe in, something we wouldn’t even dare imagine: happy endings.

Sometimes I’d like for my life to be narrated by Morgan Freeman. And Hans Zimmer or Brian Tyler would compose the soundtrack. I’d want the story to end just the way I’d like. To quote Orson Welles, if you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.

Art and life. Neither one can exist without the other. Call it symbiosis if you want. And the two are closer than we like to think. Of course, they never actually touch. Or do they?

It happens on rare occasions that art is life, that creating art (or consuming it) makes us feel more alive than we’d ever felt.

Throughout my life I’ve done lots of stupid things. I’ve been through good times and bad. At times I felt bitter and angry, powerless and alone. And the only true constant in my life was writing. I never regretted writing any of my stories. Even the ones that sucked, or maybe especially the ones which sucked. Or the ones I never finished. Because every single word I wrote taught me something. And every word I wrote got me closer to achieving my dream.

My art was always there for me. Made all the other problems and troubles feel insignificant compared to what I was doing on the page. There’s nothing quite like it, and I’m sure my artists friends will agree. You can try and explain all you want, but when someone tells you they enjoy your art, that you’ve changed their lives, that they think what you’re doing is beautiful, the feeling you get can’t be explained or dissected or compared. It can only be felt by those brave enough to take the plunge.

I wrote Mr. Nobody in 30 minutes before a doctor’s appointment. I was scared of what the doctor was going to tell me, of what the future held for me. So I wrote a story about a writer whose words mean more to him than anything else in the world, because it felt as if my words were the only thing I owned in this world.

I wrote One because I’m an avid smoker, and I was out of cigarettes.

I wrote Memento Mori because there’s actually a graveyard like that in my hometown. And dying without anyone noticing is one of my biggest fears. Dying in vain, being forgotten…

I wrote The Writer because I always wanted to be a great writer, because I always wanted for my stories to change the world, for my words to be so much more than black characters on a piece of paper.

I wrote Jazz because I feel love’s that one thing we all desire, no matter how rich and famous and powerful we become. Even gods needed love. It’s the engine that drives us, the little spark that makes us perfect. But I didn’t want to write about a perfect love.

The idea is that art and life are interconnected.

It’s a really strange process. We always draw inspiration from what’s going on around us, and in turn, our end product inspires people to do something about their own lives. We inspire change, in a way that ultimately, life imitates art in an endless struggle to become perfect.

But you know… art is never perfect, that’s why the struggle never ends. We never stop pursuing the most elusive dream of all: perfection.

Then again, it wouldn’t do any harm to ask ourselves, from time to time, what would we be if life were perfect?

13 comments on “Art and life

  1. ccfordwords says:

    I went on to donate and you did it!!! Congratulations!! I love reading your posts, always so inspiring!

  2. Both depending on the circumstances under which each work of art is created. I can’t generalize all art into only those 2 categories.

  3. I would listen to Morgan Freeman narrate paint drying, lol. He’s a perfect choice!

  4. hodagibreel says:

    To Christian, your post now becomes a part of my morning readings. As i open my computer, I look at the writers post, either young or old in their way to publicly known what they have in mind. Its not of my interest to get what they have or their achievements, but I enjoy to know they succeeded in writing specially. I keep going back to the story of the “Water History” writer McGuire, as per your interview, as that is how a writer begins, from simple words to something already developed as you go along and learned more to compose a theme.
    Its just like how you said in here … I do same. But I have no plan on putting on a page as you do it here, I just love to share to people like you, that i appreciate your initiative to keep going, and dream to be big in th future. I had achieved much in the last 20 years. Don’t be sad if I don’t give a click to the fundraising as maybe I am more in need of a dime for a day right now, and I feel sorry I cannot be part of it right now. I am just telling the truth. Some years ago, I never expect I will be bankrupt to the last penny in my account, and will result a beggar-type to go on for the day, but I keep silent expecting that soon life will change. I am still in my computer,and for as long as we can write we have all the chances to be lift up and back like years ago.
    Writing is my outlet of pains and heartaches, and the more the write of general subjects, the more my mind is filled with thoughts of life and how to handle it. I keep writing, phrases, verses, and poems, and sometimes I pass it to other pages of the internet as blogs but in a share way to others. My name will be seen but not in particular way, like you do…having a target. If my target is like what you aspire (now), maybe I become a full pledge writer, I am a journalist as well by course, but not by practice. My target is business and that is what I did, till now…wish world crisis will soon be over..so we can breath in the business world.

  5. I am a painter, and I’ve always believed that painting and life are completely connected. You start with an idea in your head of what it will look like, you make decisions along the way to try and get there, and while it doesn’t always come out looking the way you pictured it, its special because its yours. It’s never perfect, but like you said, what would we be if life ever were?

  6. irishmrs says:

    This is a great blog! Very inspiring!

  7. igarnett says:

    I agree with everything everyone else has said. Also I think its a cool concept that you wrote about. Unique. Its becoming increasingly difficult to find anything original these days but you always offer something fresh. Thx for that.

  8. I would say art is a reflection of the culture in which it was created in. Not all art is designed to be perfect and beautiful. What it does for me is to show me a different point of view. A view that gives me the opportunity to explore with in myself. It’s different with each piece of art but generally speaking.

    Nice read. Thank you.

  9. jesseevans says:

    Have you ever asked yourself if art imitates life? Or is it the other way around?

    I was fascinated by your post and I like the picture you chose. Though you made no mention of it. It is a very famous piece. Artist Paul Gauguin (1898) Considered this his masterpiece. He was convinced it was his best work and that the rest of his work would be unsuccessful that he attempted suicide. Like with many who intentionally go about painting their masterpiece are trying to communicate something very important to them. Something that summarizes the universe. The name of the painting is, “Where do we come from. What are we? Where are we going?” It is intended to be interpreted from right to left. The whole modern era of art attempted to find the correct universal. Gauguin sought deeply as many moderns to discover the real depth of humanity. His art was something special. But it also reveals something far more important about an entire era of human communication through art. Gauguin personal sought his answers about humanity void of grace or a supernatural. His reflection of life in his work is fatalistic. The message was supposed to be about what happens next. The painting represented the fatalistic, material, determined end of man. It lacked hope, grace, or anything beyond his naturalistic humanistic existence. The only step he felt compelled to take following this masterpiece was suicide. The full image is here below. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Woher_kommen_wir_Wer_sind_wir_Wohin_gehen_wir.jpg

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