Oscar Wilde in his only published novel and a masterpiece, “The Picture of Dorian Gray” made me rethink about art and artist. In this post I am putting my thoughts about it.
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
~Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
Is concealing the artist an artist’s aim?
The best works of art, I believe are the one that transcend all barriers to establish a link with your heart. By best, I mean the works that have the heart of the artist. Without heart, how can art ever establish a connect? Unfortunately, or fortunately, I am a researcher also. The first principle of conducting any research is to be detached. By principle, researchers are detached to their field of study so as to not bias it. By this definition an artist who is concealing herself is indulging in science and not art.
My encounters with art have been manifestations of my daily experiences. Art has been a way to rejoice and savor the time given to me – A day. Every day, each experience that culminates in poetry (or my attempts at it as some might put it) is a day well spent. Writing a verse makes me feel good. The simple act of creating something gives me pleasure. There has been a downside also, like nervousness, but now I’ve gotten over it.
Ultimately like every day, a night comes, life too culminates into days of joy with happy nights or days of frustration with sleepless ones. The dis-balance in the personal accounts of happiness created by life are balanced by creation of art – The negatives and the positives. After all we at some time do search for happiness, which fortunately lies not in wealth, but fulfillment. Art provides us one path. Life is beautiful, and its beauty, which makes us learn, to give, to forgive, to grieve, and to laugh ultimately has lead to so many everlasting works of art. It is for these reasons, an artist can never fail. All what exists in the life of an artist is out there. It can never be wrong.
An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one. ~Charles Cooley