Dream of Life
Everyone in my family is an artist
Everyone in my family is insane
Don't they sound like lines from a post-punk song? I saw "Dream of life", I always thought Patti Smith's mother was insane because she has a line that goes "holy like my mother in an insane asylum", but it turns out that both her parents are down home nurturers who knew how not to traumatize a highly sensitive child so that she was able to be become both an artist and happy at the same time. If creativity comes from pain is it possible to be creative without pain?
Maybe I can be a punk-rock mom...or maybe I'll just be another mommie dearest,
It's funny how in childhood so much of one's creativity and artistry comes from joy and wonder and how in adulthood so much of it come from suffering, I guess it's just the result of the artist child pushing against the non-artist world...who will win out? What will emerge from the battle? Usually the child gets buried along with the art, but sometimes the child force is too strong and keeps hanging on, fragile, vulnerable, angry, that's the stuff of adult art...
SOmehow Patti Smith managed to be a joyful, grateful, artist, whose child passion, sensitivity and wonder never got buried, who continued to look at the world as a well loved and brilliant child does, with profound emotion, philosophical discontent, and sensual exuberance...
Most artists or artist minded souls aren't so lucky...
I think I liked her better when I thought her mother was insane
Everyone in my family is insane
Don't they sound like lines from a post-punk song? I saw "Dream of life", I always thought Patti Smith's mother was insane because she has a line that goes "holy like my mother in an insane asylum", but it turns out that both her parents are down home nurturers who knew how not to traumatize a highly sensitive child so that she was able to be become both an artist and happy at the same time. If creativity comes from pain is it possible to be creative without pain?
Maybe I can be a punk-rock mom...or maybe I'll just be another mommie dearest,
It's funny how in childhood so much of one's creativity and artistry comes from joy and wonder and how in adulthood so much of it come from suffering, I guess it's just the result of the artist child pushing against the non-artist world...who will win out? What will emerge from the battle? Usually the child gets buried along with the art, but sometimes the child force is too strong and keeps hanging on, fragile, vulnerable, angry, that's the stuff of adult art...
SOmehow Patti Smith managed to be a joyful, grateful, artist, whose child passion, sensitivity and wonder never got buried, who continued to look at the world as a well loved and brilliant child does, with profound emotion, philosophical discontent, and sensual exuberance...
Most artists or artist minded souls aren't so lucky...
I think I liked her better when I thought her mother was insane
posted by slave to my amygdala at 9:15 PM
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