He then tore a page from his pad and handed over a caricature of me sitting pensively. “I’m an artist; it’s who I am,” he said.
I didn’t understand, but something touched an inner chord. I wanted to know about artists. Why does the artist’s way define their being?
Creation is an artist’s true function. However, my fascination is not with talent but with an artist’s innate ability to see the world in color. It’s a way of thinking and perceiving.
My quest to find the source of creation led to a morning tea at Penelope’s with Anne Tryba, La Cañada’s artistic savant. Anne, a local artist, designed graphics for theme parks for Disney Imagineering. Her credentials include involvements from literary contributions in art publications to executive staff of artistic societies. Anne is the founder of Studio A, an art school for children.
My questions were numerous and I probed Anne’s mind relative to vision, creativity, process, beauty, connection, and history. As she answered my inquiries I thought of Faulkner’s perspective regarding the true purpose of an artist, “To arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.”
I continued to listen and began to get closer to intellectualizing the artist’s way. Somehow I thought if I could do this I could be an artist by assimilating this particular methodology of thinking. Aristotle said, “The aim of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.” If I could only do that!