Thursday, May 9, 2013

An Open Letter to the Misfit Artist


You are an artist. You have not always recognized nor claimed the title. But gradually awareness of this reality has come to rest on you, a layer of warmth with which you are now familiar. An Artist. And, as such, you most likely have come to realize a dissonance between yourself and those that surround you. This is especially difficult when you are young. Friends and family often don't seem to "get you." You smile and laugh, but more often than not you feel like you're missing the punchline. You may not, at times, have even heard the joke. And you timidly hope it wasn't aimed at you. This is the sum and substance of a misfit--you feel ill-fitting. Lumbering and bulky one minute; stretched thin the next.

As you grow, you start to fit into yourself a bit more. Your eyes no longer simply devour the sights, the shocking expanse, of the world; you now endeavor to understand it. To order it. To capture it. You watch people. At times you are even accused of staring. Caught out enough, you learn to keep your eyes down. You watch your feet sometimes skip, sometimes shuffle, sometimes stop and stand breathlessly still. A glimmer of beauty raises your eye, and the startling intensity of it submerges you, diminishes the noise around you, within you. Your insides are suffused with light, swept up in a rush of other-worldly music. And you single-mindedly revel in a moment of aesthetic joy.

Then the glimmer fades. You realize you're amidst those who didn't see what you saw, didn't hear what you heard. They offer only sidelong glances in your direction. If they are kind, they shake their heads and move on. Kinder still, they offer a smile, an encouraging nod. If unkind, a joke--or stone--is thrown. 

Being an artist means being a misfit. 

But being a misfit does not mean that you yourself are ill-fitting. Quite the opposite. You see the world differently. Often you see it more clearly, more truly. And you see the promise of what it can be. You are offered glimpses of beauty that few are afforded. You may not understand all that you see, but you have the awareness that life is made up of more than the onrush of the immediate. This awareness sets you apart, creates tension. This awareness lives in opposition to the life and time in which you have been placed. 

Yet not all tension should be resisted. Not all that is discordant should be resolved.

You must fight the urge to flee the misfit feeling. Defy the inner insinuation that you are the butt of all jokes. Ignore the cloying, hissing voice that tells you that you don't belong.

You have the capacity to see beauty, to hear beauty, to create beauty that is unique only to you.

This is your gift.

Your gift matters.

And, one sweet and astonishing day, you will find other misfits like yourself. Those who see you. Who hear the same music. Who catch the glimmer of light and stop alongside you to stare. Together you will encounter beauty, and you will each be changed by it.

To be an artist is to be alone. To be alone is to understand the need to create. To create is to connect. And to connect, if only for a few heartbeats, reminds us that we are not alone.

Hold on to that.

                                                                                                From your fellow misfit,
                                                                                                      Anna


top image from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23737079@N03/2920935395

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12 comments:

  1. Oh, thank you, Anna, for seeing me as the misfit I am. The human sponge who writes because she's so bad at talking.
    You did such a good job nailing down the sensations. Bless you. :)

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    1. We misfits need to stick together. Thank you, Danni! It's been such an honor and a pleasure for me to read the out-spillings of all that your sponge has soaked up :)

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  2. absolutely stunning, Anna.

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    1. Thank you, Karen. And thank you for being one of the first to stop and stare alongside me, and to teach me that it's okay to do so :) Love you!

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  3. Stunning, indeed. Wonderful post, Anna. I'm feeling inspired and among friends!

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    1. Thank you, Kate - you are, indeed, among friends

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  4. Awesome post, Anna! Thanks for enveloping me into your fold of misfit artists.

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    1. Of course, Alicia! All misfit artists are always welcome. Thank you for joining us!

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  5. wonderful!!! you just put your finger on how I have felt like a misfit most of my life...and I'm the daughter of an artist, so I should have known this. I'm glad I'm not alone here. :0)
    Debbi
    -yankeeburrowcreations

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    1. You are definitely not alone, Debbi! And, even the daughter of an artist, it's still hard to come to grips with "misfit-ness" for yourself. So glad I'm not alone in feeling this way!

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  6. Sigh, Anna, you write my heart, so much that it bring tears. I hear the music, I do. Never stop writing.

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    1. Oh, Stevie, thank you. I'm so glad you hear the music, and isn't it amazing how often that music draws us artists/misfits together? There's just something about that melody.

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