Artist in Residence Packs to Go Home
I'm finishing up my two-weeks Glen Arbor Art Association residency in Sleeping Bears Dunes National Lakeshore with much satisfaction. Everyone wants to know if I had fun. I tell them No. I needed to work and I did work and I am satisfied with my efforts. To me, this is far more rewarding than "fun."
Why do people seem anxious to describe the work of an artist in terms usually reserved for recreation. After all, how many of them go off to work each day anticipating a day filled with fun? I'm sensitive to this, I suppose, because I'm beginning to allow my work to actually reflect the struggle I often feel when making art. I suppose I've had fun as a less serious painter, but now I seek something more deeply gratifying. I need to.
I've never been one to delay gratification of pressing needs -- once I realize I have them. Ever self-sufficient, however, I admit I've been slow to acknowledge that in some circumstances I actually have needs, however. But one thing this current residency has shown me is that painting is not a whim, not a passing fancy, not a hobby, not something fun I do when I can find the time, but a real need.
If I don't paint, the need goes unfulfilled in me. Until I face a blank canvas I don't know what that something is. Once I do, I discover my raison d'etre is revealed, not all at once, but in the unfoldment of the work. I'm very grateful to those organizations that offer residency programs. It's one very real way to "supprot the arts." Too much goes unnoticed in the ordinary flow of daily life. Even if it's not fun, the time out for self-discovery and development of my art is worth the time and trouble to get away.
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