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Hi all A friend of the family that was helping me part time for awhile found this letter somewhere on the Internet and gave a copy to me. I just found it when I was looking for something else and thought I would share it with Letterville. Maybe someone has seen it before?
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*ARTISTS*
They are a race completely apart from all other human beings.
Their emotions, all their feelings, their reactions are opposed to so-called "normal" people's sentiments. They are vulnerable and deeply sensitive people, due to their talents, their super-imagination, their knowledge of hidden influences of which we ordinary human beings are not. They are not easy to live with - if you choose to live with them at all, if you have the luck to MEET THEM at all.
Writers, composers, painters - also artists like directors, and actors fall into the same category. They have to be handled with kid-gloves, mentally and physically. All their reactions go to extremes, compared to non-artistic human beings As I was lucky enough to meet and love and work for many, many artists, I learned, not without heartbreak and pain, to become a better, more intelligent, respectful and devoted person. No tears were wasted in the process. My tears - not theirs:
-------------------- Jeff's Lettering Lisa,Luke,Dara, and Jeff Spradling 5742 Shattuck Rd. Belvidere, Il. 61008 815-544-0167
Surviving another day. Posts: 626 | From: Belvidere, IL USA | Registered: Jul 2000
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Hi Jeff. I loved that letter. I have felt "different" my whole life. I always felt alone in the world until I went to my first Letterhead meet in 1994. Then I realized I was not different, just an artist. We feel more deeply, see more clearly, and are generally hard for others to understand. And hard to live with! I was once told that the mental "line" between being an artist and being insane is very thin indeed. It has been both a gift and a curse for me my entire life. I often feel misunderstood, and I know I have confused the hell out of my family for years! But finally after 41 years my mom can really be proud of me. She drives around town with her little old lady friends pointing out signs and saying..."See that? My daughter painted it!" But she still gets mad when I dye my hair funky. Now if I could only recapture the pure joy I once had in drawing a simple pencil sketch for hours on end. Sometimes I feel like a sign pimp. It is hard to have to be "on" all the time. I think one day I would love to be like Bill Riedel do portraits. But in the meantime....gotta cut some o dat demon vinyl. Love- JILL
-------------------- That is like a Mr. Potato Head with all the pieces in the wrong place. -Russ McMullin Posts: 8834 | From: Butler, PA, USA | Registered: Jan 2001
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So it is okay to color the walls but not your hair? Or does she want you to color your hair gray like her friends do? What would she say if you colored it like a rainbow
-------------------- Debbie Posts: 674 | From: USA | Registered: Feb 2001
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