Art is not magic, art is production.
Love is magic, imagination is magic, magic is magic. But art is production. Let me pop that glistening romantic soap bubble held high above your head — art is production.
I posted this at coffee-o’clock in the morning and it’s seemingly annoyed a handful of people, which has lead to an interesting viewing of their points of view (by reading re-blog comments — I’m fascinated with the “I don’t agree with this so I’ll reblog it but not bother sending a note to the author” attitude.)
It has been an interesting chunk of time reading the thoughts. I stand by my position comfortably. appreciating the divergent points of view, smiling politely to comments which completely go into another direction and miss all semblance of point.
Art isn’t magic. It’s closer to alchemy. You take different components, many of them available to anyone, apply your skill, effort, and will to it, and transmute materials or pixels or letters into your vision. Sometimes it’s grueling, sometimes it’s simple.
But when people see the results, they don’t see the process. They just see what you’ve produced. And it looks like magic. The best work feels like it.
But the hours of work, be it over a crucible or a keyboard, are a whole different process of creation entirely.
Pomegranate Gown [full size] - a companion to this earlier sketch I did of Persephone in her ‘above ground’ costume. I was going to write up some of my costume design notes but my head’s kind of cloudy, so I’ll just leave some of the ideation sketches for the patterns here for now.