And I've been dipping into the collection of classical music CDs that found their way into my possession a long time ago. Specifically the set called Great Pianists of the 20th Century.
I have friends who are very artistic.
My father paints, and he draws.
Is the act of creation different for all these people than it is for me?
Is my 'art' really art?
Of all the things I wanted to be growing up, a comedian wasn't one of them. But that's what I identify with the most. Improvisational Comedian. My creations are spontaneous, one of a kind events that either soar or flop. When I am through, I am exhausted, sweaty and spent. If I've done my job, that is.
But is it really art?
I won't get an offer to perform with a symphony.
Someone won't fall in love with me because I played their favorite concerto.
I won't have an exhibition in a gallery where people will pay hundreds or thousands of dollars for my work.
So I ask again, is it art?
The first time I asked myself that question this evening, my answer was "No."
The second time I asked myself that question this evening, my answer was "No, you make an ass of yourself for cheap laughs."
But then I really thought about it. I mean REALLY REALLY thought about it. And by it, I mean the act of creation. The moments when I'm on stage and all the stars have aligned, and I am in perfect synch with my castmates.
It is then, that I am truly an artist. It is then, that I make something from nothing with no instrument, no paint, no paper, no canvas--nothing except my shear force of will. It is then, that I am a god.
And then Klae said, "Let there be funny."
And it was good.
And behold, I am an artist once again.
"Creation is a drug I can’t do without." - Cecil B De Mille
"It is through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; through Art and Art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence." - Oscar Wilde