tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606088928583067206.post3513053447639806443..comments2024-02-27T07:37:46.350-05:00Comments on K-Line: In Which I Describe How I Became an ArtistK.Linehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15350615302797686048noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606088928583067206.post-15724388636826518722019-03-20T19:59:54.944-04:002019-03-20T19:59:54.944-04:00Oh Mardel - I think it is possible to be an artist...Oh Mardel - I think it is possible to be an artist who sees life as art! It's so maximal! I find art all over the place - particularly in words - so I would like the opp to flutter between the beautiful vehicles of art. I'm still struggling with the "how am I something if I'm not paid for it" issue - I sense the answer is just to stop with that madness. We are not imposters. Moreover, I don't think you need to be original to be incredibly artistic - technical skill is often overlooked. It's the first thing my eye finds, though. Also - if you can read music you are a very musical person - in a very particular way. You're a technician. It's this kind of work that lives on by explaining time and place. Archeologic domestic art is my fave kind (well, I also love Dutch masters) because it allows me to envision lives that I will never live, but that my own life is more similar to than different from.K.Linehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15350615302797686048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606088928583067206.post-74230061880532126302019-03-18T17:06:04.538-04:002019-03-18T17:06:04.538-04:00This is such a beautiful essay; thank you for shar...This is such a beautiful essay; thank you for sharing. You are so lucky to have been able to study music. I was not allowed. But I always here the harmony. I can sing it but only in my head because I can’t sing. I hear the melody and the harmony in the movement of the air and the sighs of the leaves not trees. And it shocked me when I learned that most people don’t hear music when they read a score (at least I learned to read music)<br /><br /><br />This post resonates because I’ve just been thinking of mysel as an artist, even though I earn nothing and really produce nothing that is all that unique. I feel like I should not claim to be in such high company, but I also think being an artist is a way of looking at and experiencing the world that is different from other ways of experiencing the world. I get that. So I think I am an artist, but I am also not worthy of thinking of myself as an artist, and I find the idea of fiber artist as limiting, although I use it because everyone I meet assumes “artist” means “painter”. Is it possible to be an artist and see life itself as art?<br /><br />I love the way you write of knitting as math in your fingertips, I feel that, and that math is life and music, and it is all echoed in every choice and non-choice of how we live our lives. Mardelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04850551308931710502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606088928583067206.post-80994186412032329822019-03-06T18:55:29.514-05:002019-03-06T18:55:29.514-05:00Frances - thank you so much for your kind comment....Frances - thank you so much for your kind comment. I do love words. (And I can't wait to read your memoir!)K.Linehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15350615302797686048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606088928583067206.post-82559139752704837472019-03-03T10:36:57.477-05:002019-03-03T10:36:57.477-05:00This is a beautiful essay -- you know you're a...This is a beautiful essay -- you know you're an artist with words as well, right? -- which gives me so much to think about. Much resonance here for me, thank you! xomaterfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.com