"Commercialised Art"
A contradictio in terminis,
aka a contradiction in terms,
– if I’ve ever known one-
in its direct senses,
but as interconnected
as pen and paper can be:
For those called to art,
reliance on commerce
is
an inevitable truth.
Mecenae or patrons
of the arts
helped materialize
many a masterpiece.
From
Michelango’s Sistine Chapel
ceiling sponsored by Pope Julius,
to Peggy Guggenheim
gathering a numerous number
of artists and art, like:
Kadinsky, Ernst, Picasso and Pollock.
Nevertheless,
the call to the arts
is
unlikely to have a solely
monetary motivation
An artist’s mind
often wrought with madness
– or so it may seem to the outside world-
misunderstood, envied, admired or
feared
– flip a coin to genius:
the odds are even
but too close for most.
as the reactions of taste and recognition,
likeability and/or intrigue
are both as fickle
and as persistent
as the human condition
that had a hand in their creation.
Reactions feed the artist’s livelihood,
a symbiotic relationship,
but don’t get me misunderstood:
an audience is not necessary
for one to be an artist.
However,
many an artist
lives for the interaction;
responds to the admirers’
responses or artistic rivalries,
pushing them to greater artistry;
acknowledges their work
as their progeny
leur raison d’être des artistes
(their reason for being artists)
a distinct chance of elongating life
by way of artistic immortality.
The call to create
just sometimes flows
springing from unknown wells
following humane fingers
letters amalgamated in ink
onto paper,
or at least for me it does,
but who knows its origin?
Following an ancient rhythm,
a need to express
sounds and words pressed together
but who am I kiddin’?
I wouldn’t say no
to a cup of tea
bought just for me.