So I am back in the land I like to call the cold and the north. This is to say Minnesota. And while it might be raining outside or as my weather app likes to call it "winter precipitation" it's been a great visit.
I have lots of friends here who do all sorts of things in the arts. There are theater people, dance people, film people. People people...errr. But the best thing to come out from one of these meetings was a conversation I had with some of my friends who are costume designers. If you are in the arts (and you are all writers so yes, that counts.) then you know how hard it can be to be an active artist.
I once has a teacher tell me that there was no space for art in the future. That if the world would end the people leaving on the spaceship bound for distant galaxies would not be filmmakers or theaters artisans, but scientists and such. There was no room for art.
How sad is that?
Speed forward to me meeting up with friends. After a tough semesters, and really all semesters are tough, they were down about what they had chosen to do.
I was reminded of a paper I wrote for an assessment test that asked about state funding for the arts. My answer really hasn't changed. If you look back through history, the only things we remember or the things that flash instantly into our minds is art. The pyramids in Egypt, the plays of Ancient Greece, fashion, architecture. All art, all stamped for eternity on the page of history.
So remember if you ever get down in the dumps about art, this is your mark on history. This is something you can leave behind.
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