The last several months I have been questioning and writing
about what it is to be a bodhisattva artist.
But recently I have been wondering more simply what is it to be an
artist? Is it something a person is born
to be? And, in this world of
consumerism, is it possible to be authentic and what is an authentic artist?
Jung identified certain personalities and behaviors that he
classified in psychology as archetypes.
The Artist is one of them; Jung specifically categorized it as the Artist-Scientist
archetype. Some of the attributes
associated with the Artist-Scientist are their ability to come up with novel
solutions, being curious, idealistic, self-confident yet afraid of failing, and
having childlike wonder with a logical mind.
A more contemporary view of archetypes comes from the
Enneagram type system. The Artist in
this system is characterized as being sensitive, expressive, and spiritual. Emotions are the vehicle by which the Artist
understands themselves, others, and the world.
They do not fear painful emotions and this is often a way for them to
develop compassion for the suffering of others and the world. Nostalgic and idealistic by nature, the Artist
seeks meaning, growth, and healing.
I relate very strongly to both descriptions I find of the
archetypical Artist. The listed
attributes are characteristics I have had all my life. Which leads me to believe I was born an artist. I'm not sure what the karmic implications are
to this other than I have the sensibilities that seem ideal for self awareness,
thirst for beauty and graceful solutions, and a deep wish to heal my own
suffering and be of benefit to others.
As far as being authentic, I believe that lies in living
one's personal truth. Which in my case,
is always changing and expanding, while strangely stays the same. I think my quarry about authenticity must be
an example of being afraid of failure.
Perhaps this is the search for meaning in a world that is
inherently empty of meaning. So Zen . .
. there is nothing to attain, no one to be, no place to go. Just accepting the masterpiece that we are at
each given moment. Curious. . . Art
historically, have we moved to a new place that is no longer the iconoclasm of
abstract expressionism? Or the inertia
of endless individual expression? What is the focus of art now?
What do you think? Please
share your thoughts in facebook comments or in the comment box below.
Best,
Susan