I usually read some poetry everyday to help me enter a meditative state of mind for making artwork. Today I read this:
Mozart, for Example
By Mary Oliver, from ThirstAll the quick notes
Mozart didn’t have time to use
before he entered the cloud-boatare falling now from the beaks
of the finches
that have gathered from the joyous summerinto the hard winter
and, like Mozart, they speak of nothing
but light and delight,though it is true, the heavy blades of the world
are still pounding underneath.
And this is what you can do too, maybe,if you live simply and with a lyrical heart
in the cumbered neighborhoods or even,
as Mozart sometimes managed to, in a palace,offering tune after tune after tune,
making some hard-hearted prince
prudent and kind, just by being happy.
Artists often work in isolation and sometimes it can feel like your work has no purpose or meaning. This poem makes me remember that the subtle effects of art on a viewer can be very important.