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Federico Garcia Lorca, the great Spanish poet, composed an essay on the Duende, Play and the Theory of Duende. Garcia Lorca spoke of Duende as an idea of artistic inspiration having its roots in the Andalusian folk music and dance form, Flamenco. When a performance was absolutely brilliant, one spoke of the dancer or the guitarist as "having Duende."
The American poet, Edward Hirsch wrote an entire book touching on the theme entitled, The Demon and the Angel: Searching for the Source of Artistic Inspiration. Hirsch noted that the ancient Greeks and Romans did not think of "genius" as we do. They did not think of a person as having genius or being a genius ("Picasso was a genius"). Rather, the genius was an external being... a muse... an angel... God. On those occasions when inspiration clearly struck an artist, they thought of the person as truly having the genius/angel/muse at that time. This concept in part explains how sometimes an artist's work is brilliant and other times... not so much. It also hints at how artists might be absolutely phenomenal for a period of time (Bob Dylan, Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc...) only to fade into mediocrity.
I was thinking of this notion of inspiration while working on the last stages of my most recent painting. Now I am not suggesting that I thought I was touched by genius or truly inspired or anything so pretentious. Rather... I was thinking about how it seems as if you can never be certain when things will click for you as an artist.
The day before I finished my most recent painting, I was feeling fine and full of optimism. I had virtually the entire day alone to myself to work as I saw fit without interruptions... blasting some of my favorite music. And the result? I kept flubbing up and drawing as if I had forgotten how to draw a straight line... even with a ruler.
The following day I had planned to set about working again, but I was exposed to constant interruptions. When I finally set about to draw... in the afternoon... turning on the music once again... my wife came home complaining of a headache and wanted only to lay down in silence. I turned of the music almost as soon as I had started it... and then I also came down with a headache... probably stress/frustration over not being able to get any work done. I sat for several hours in my favorite chair petting my little pup in my lap. It was only toward later that evening when my wife went out with a friend that I finally set to work in silence. I rapidly repaired all the clunky efforts of the day before and then quickly completed the rest of the painting as if I could do no wrong.
I've noticed this unpredictability in my artistic ability over the years working in my studio. Inspiration... virtuosity... the "genius/muse/duende/angel" have been wholly unreliable. There have been times when I cannot believe how rapidly and flawlessly I have solved "problems" in a painting and completed it. And there have been other times, I have spent endless futile hours making the most ridiculous and amateurish mistakes. I remember one occasion in which my wife dropped me off at the studio. After a short time organizing the space and staring at the painting, I came down with a pounding headache. Normally, I would have just driven home... but this wasn't an option. I had 6 hours or more until my wife would be back. Feeling like crap, I set about to work on the painting... and it was as if I could make no mistake.
When you're hot, you're hot...?
So what have your experiences been with the Duende/Inspiration/the Muse/"Genius"/the Angel?
The American poet, Edward Hirsch wrote an entire book touching on the theme entitled, The Demon and the Angel: Searching for the Source of Artistic Inspiration. Hirsch noted that the ancient Greeks and Romans did not think of "genius" as we do. They did not think of a person as having genius or being a genius ("Picasso was a genius"). Rather, the genius was an external being... a muse... an angel... God. On those occasions when inspiration clearly struck an artist, they thought of the person as truly having the genius/angel/muse at that time. This concept in part explains how sometimes an artist's work is brilliant and other times... not so much. It also hints at how artists might be absolutely phenomenal for a period of time (Bob Dylan, Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc...) only to fade into mediocrity.
I was thinking of this notion of inspiration while working on the last stages of my most recent painting. Now I am not suggesting that I thought I was touched by genius or truly inspired or anything so pretentious. Rather... I was thinking about how it seems as if you can never be certain when things will click for you as an artist.
The day before I finished my most recent painting, I was feeling fine and full of optimism. I had virtually the entire day alone to myself to work as I saw fit without interruptions... blasting some of my favorite music. And the result? I kept flubbing up and drawing as if I had forgotten how to draw a straight line... even with a ruler.
The following day I had planned to set about working again, but I was exposed to constant interruptions. When I finally set about to draw... in the afternoon... turning on the music once again... my wife came home complaining of a headache and wanted only to lay down in silence. I turned of the music almost as soon as I had started it... and then I also came down with a headache... probably stress/frustration over not being able to get any work done. I sat for several hours in my favorite chair petting my little pup in my lap. It was only toward later that evening when my wife went out with a friend that I finally set to work in silence. I rapidly repaired all the clunky efforts of the day before and then quickly completed the rest of the painting as if I could do no wrong.
I've noticed this unpredictability in my artistic ability over the years working in my studio. Inspiration... virtuosity... the "genius/muse/duende/angel" have been wholly unreliable. There have been times when I cannot believe how rapidly and flawlessly I have solved "problems" in a painting and completed it. And there have been other times, I have spent endless futile hours making the most ridiculous and amateurish mistakes. I remember one occasion in which my wife dropped me off at the studio. After a short time organizing the space and staring at the painting, I came down with a pounding headache. Normally, I would have just driven home... but this wasn't an option. I had 6 hours or more until my wife would be back. Feeling like crap, I set about to work on the painting... and it was as if I could make no mistake.
When you're hot, you're hot...?
So what have your experiences been with the Duende/Inspiration/the Muse/"Genius"/the Angel?