Not my story but a version of theirs...

Painted Lady

Most people are funny / frustrating. Whenever I talk about my artistic process, about instinct and balance and Zen they seem disappointed, like the fact that I didn't struggle against a conformist society (enter irony) or live in some broken down shed while finishing upteen years of school or live hand-to-mouth working menial jobs makes me somehow lesser.

This romanticized idea of an artist's journey...  It's like the idea that everyone is amazing in their own way of they'd just get out of their own way is somehow anathema.

Granted I'd probably sell more stuff if I'd shut about about Zen and light and be vague as all fuck about it all. 

Other artists also don't want to hear it but in a different way. They want to hear struggle and education and the battle against the man, the fight to find self. Again no to balance. To justify their own struggle perhaps. And I guess I can see why some chick with a nice car and a good day job rambling on about balance and the idea of art-through-directionless-intent would be frustrating. That thought line of "wait... you mean I didn't have to suffer..."  

What neither group seems to understand is that finding balance and flow was its own battle, evidently a battle not meant to be shared. Like satori - one gets it or they don't but asking misses the point.



visit Samantha Byrnes' gallery online..