s social animals, the natural pull is to “belong,” to merge with another belief system already in place, one shared by those whom we respect or at least feel some kind of kinship.
One of the hardest things in the world is to piece together one’s own Truth, inspired in part by what has already gone before, yet here and there altered to fit with a personal code and mores not necessarily shared by those who love you. Now you alone will have to answer for the dips and turns of your life. And when you trip (and you will), you alone will have to figure out how to pull yourself back up.
In several articles on Combustus, I interviewed artists who are doing exactly that. Take a look:
“I suppose ‘fear of death’ has kind of turned into somewhat of an obsession, and recently it’s coming out a lot more and my research is definitely getting deeper, exploring other cultures’ ways of dealing with death and life, for example, reincarnation.”
“I moved out to live with a bunch of other drunken teens. Around 1982 with no family around, I found punk rock, and got very involved in it. Like being a kid again. And part of ‘something.’ Colorful. And loud.”
“My technique I developed myself. I never studied. Learned everything on my own; and that for me is important. If I travel to a city to shoot, I don’t follow the main street; I go to other small roads that eventually arrive at the main road.”
“I suppose according to the definition, I would be considered an outsider artist. Although, I don’t really give any thought to what label might be appropriate to where I fit into the art world. I just keep trying to make the art that I want to make and that is about it.”