Open debate: What really matters in art

I’ve wanting to write about this for a long time, it’s time.

Here’s my stance. Maybe you’ve heard that everything is a remix and that we’ll never see anything truly new and original. For decades we’ve been either imitating the great artists of the past, or we’ve been creating simple -not to say dull- songs, paintings, movies, books, buildings, plays, etcetera, with no context whatsoever. I believe that the sole and full purpose of art is to deliver a message, to transmit a feeling or an idea to another human being. If a creation doesn’t fulfill that intention, then it has no soul in it and therefore it’s not art.

All artists wish to create something that will separate them from rest, we all want to be the authors of “the next big thing”. I also wish for something like that, but here is what I’ve come to realize: It doesn’t matter. If you are truly an artist, then you must be a romantic, someone who creates from the very core of your heart, without thinking about what people may like or dislike. Also, as spectators that we all are -artists or not-, as part of an audience, we should care more about what a person is trying to deliver, not only about the execution. Sometimes intricate and complicated creations end completely flat when looked up close; or it can be quite the opposite, sometimes simple things, modest works, can change your life forever.

If you consider yourself an artist, then you should paint, write, build, cook, or whatever it is that you do, from your heart and you should never stop fighting for what you want. There is so much people on earth that trust me, you’ll find an audience, there is a market for all of us. If you are proud of who you are and what you do, then others will soon share your vision.

I also wanted to include my thoughts about critique in this post, but that will take me more than a few lines, so I’ll save it for another post.

What do you think that matters in art?

Love, Neda.

I succeded

I was convinced that I would be successful once I could have a career in photography or in writing. Things weren’t working out as planned, so I created this blog to write about the frustrations and depressions that came every time something failed. You see, I am a depressive person and I’ve struggling with that most of my life. That’s why a couple of years ago I started a healing process, or something like it. Then, something happened that closed that circle.

Last month my grandmother had to go through a pulmonar surgery and I went to my hometown to visit her. It was the first trip I’ve made without my husband in years, and although I was with my family the whole time, I was very aware that I was also alone (emotionally alone if you know what I mean). The house was full of grumpy women (including me) and to endure the hurtful comments, I had to learn to first love myself and then love them, no matter what they said. By doing that, I started to get at peace and everything went smoothly. That feeling followed me home. Now I realize that I’m successful because I finally learned to be happy. I don’t mean the joyful kind of happy, I mean the kind of happiness in which you find inner peace, you become loving, brave and mature.

I am successful because I am happy. I am happy because I love, I love my family and friends but first I love myself. I am happy because I love what I do, I love taking pictures and writing, I love telling stories that make you dream of something different. I am happy because I don’t care what people think of me. I am happy because I learned to control my ego. I am happy because I am not afraid of anything, I know I’ll die someday for sure. I’m happy because I am me and I’m alive.

Although there is no absolute cure for depressive disorders and I’ll probably get blue once in a while, I know that I’ll be feeling a lot better from now on. Maybe I should change the name of the blog to: On the exciting way to success.

Also, I don’t have lots of readers (I suck at marketing), so if you are reading my mumbo jumbo, I want to thank you for taking the tame in doing so. Thank you very, very much.

Here’s my favorite picture of the trip and if you’d like to see the whole album, you can check at my Flickr.

Neda Ruscic

A little boy in Coyoacán
A little boy in Coyoacán

Dealing with failure

When stating a career, and even once you already achieved one, it is hard to deal with failure. You put your heart, dreams and soul on something of your creation, expecting to find an audience for what you have to offer, and if you don’t get the results you expected, it can bring you down, even to the point where you think about quitting. Yes, there are cases of people who become successful after their first attempts, but that’s not how it works most of the time. Continue reading “Dealing with failure”

The relativity of time

I’m sure you have noticed how time seems to pass faster when you are having fun or when you’re really focused doing something, than when you are completely bored, then it goes so slow that you can barely stand it. So, although we can measure time and an hour, a day, a week, or a month will be the same “amount” of time everywhere, in each of our minds the same period will pass differently according to our perception and our current state of mind. It’s like when by the end of the week (the holy TGIF) you say to your friend how fast the week passed and your friend says quite the opposite, to your friend the week went very slowly. Without messing with any scientific laws, I just want to tell you about how my perception of time passing has changed over the last couple of months. Continue reading “The relativity of time”

Pardon my French

It is true that you learn from every experience, the good and the bad ones. The past weeks have been stressing but very interesting. For instance, the crowdfunding events we (my husband and I) did last month didn’t turn out the way we expected. Although we promoted the events, very little people showed up. I must say that after you put your heart on something and things go wrong, it’s quite a bummer, but we did learn not get our hopes down and to find other ways of making our short, and also, to never promote crowdfunding events as such. In the end, we decided to do the short in a very low budget and asking local filmmakers for favors, we are doing it with or without money. Continue reading “Pardon my French”

The roller skating anecdote

On my previous post I wrote about how you must get up and continue after you fall, and yesterday I literally had to do that. As a girl, I loved skating with my grandfather’s skates, the old artistic-style ones; then I grew up and stopped doing it. Later, a few years ago, I bought a pair of artistic skates that looked just like my grandpa’s, but didn’t I really used them, until yesterday. I have to say that skating after so many years is not like riding a bike, you do forget how to do it. At first, my legs would not stop shaking, I moved very slowly and my arms were just flapping around as I tried to stabilize my body. After a while, I was gaining confidence and I started skating a little faster, when suddenly I lost control and fell on my butt; since I was in a park, some people saw what happened, nobody laughed, there was just silence. Gladly, the only thing hurt was my vanity, so very gracefully (that’s how I like to imagine it) I got up and continued skating. As I kept gaining confidence, I stopped feeling nervous and started to have fun, next thing I knew I was rushing and passing joggers. The funniest part was when a girl asked to take her picture and I could’t because I didn’t know how to stop.

So here’s what I learned: at your career, people will see you fall, but if you get up and continue your way, the next time they see you, you’ll be just rushing past them; don’t think about what people think of you, just have fun and enjoy yourself. As for my career, tomorrow my husband and I are hosting our first fundraising event. I’m sure I’ll be nervous and maybe it won’t work, but I don’t care, I’ll have fun anyway.

Neda Ruscic

Obstacles

Well, nobody said it is easy to have a career and be successful at it, it does take a lot of work, specially when you start from scratch and you live in a third world country. I used to blame the people around me when things didn’t go my way, my parents, society, etc, now I know better. Now I realize that once you start a journey, there will be more than one obstacle, but the key to overcome them is not to change your destination, but to get up, take care of your wounds, if any, and go on, next time you’ll be more careful. Continue reading “Obstacles”