Wednesday, September 14, 2011

art is important. there, I said it.

I imagine it was at the dawn of the industrial age that we started losing appreciation for things like art, beauty, literature and rational thought. History is full of civilizations struggling to come to some sort of harmonious existence between the right brain and left. When money becomes the motivator of each move an individual makes, it quickly also becomes the central focus of the society. And money, for all the wonderful things it can do, cannot buy culture. You can't buy the feeling you get looking at a gorgeous vista or a beautiful face. If you allow that beauty to permeate your soul, I would argue it adds a certain quality to life that is incredibly important to society.

I am an artist. Much of my adult life has been spent justifying doing what I love. people think I'm childish or irresponsible because I don't want to simply feed the system. dammit, I WILL beautify the world around me, or I will perish trying. What's frustrating is, while everyone enjoys going to the movies and eating in well designed restaurants, no one stops to think that hundreds of people who have risked everything that society esteems were necessary to create that night of pleasure. No one will acknowledge how truly necessary these things are to civilized society, because they contribute a different sort of wealth. As an actor, I allow people to have vicarious experiences that trigger catharsis. I help people feel. I help people think. I allow people to see things differently. The work I do is important. One of my voice professors once said that actors are healers. I have seen that to be true. Whether it's an amazing, inspirational performance, or a stand up comedian who makes you laugh at the end of a stressful day, these people add goodness to life!

In an age where the economy cannot be described as anything but looming, I choose to have different priorities. In the face of those who say I need to run after the carrot of financial security that is dangled in front of my nose, I choose, no, I beg to differ. I have realized, fully, that I get one shot at this life. I will not spend it in pursuit of pieces of paper (no longer backed with gold) printed with the faces of men who would weep for our nation's callousness, our ridiculous priorities, our lack of concern with education and a happy middle class. instead, I will try to be a light that reminds people of the magic that resides in each of us. I will inspire people to exercise their right to think for themselves, I will encourage others to examine their priorities, and I will do everything I can to bring beauty to the world.