Being Judgemental

I am kind of horrified by how judgmental I am coming off in this blog. I guess this actually is the way I am, but I think I am more this way about art than anything else.

And of course that makes me ask the question why?

And I think the answer has something to do with the fact that to me, being able to make art is such a privilege. And I guess it is ingrained in me - with privilege comes responsibility. I can almost say I feel art is like a sacred trust between the artist and society. The world needs art to touch something in us we might not otherwise have found, to awake something perhaps dormant, to open our eyes and allow us to see freshly, to move us in all the many senses of the word. And when art becomes irrelevant to non artists, when it becomes merely a closed circle - an internecine conversation, then I feel that trust is betrayed, and it makes me surprisingly angry. Because frankly as a world as a country we NEED art to remind us of our own humanity.

I feel that way about going to Art School as well. It is a privilege, and I cannot believe how that privilege is abused. Today three quarters of one of my classes didn't show up. I guess they hadn't done the work. It is demoralizing to both the teacher, and to the rest of the class. It pisses me off. I hate to even be late - it's just so inconsiderate. And I am horrified to have to miss a class because what I am getting is so precious.