Today I helped to paint a house. I painted interior walls, with rollers on long handles and with a brush for the corners. I absolutely loved it. It became a challenge of finesse and speed to make a coat as even as possible.
I also stumbled upon a possibility for artistic paint jobs. If a coat is uneven due to drips, sloppy work, etc., that unevenness persists as a texture through subsequent layers, less pronounced in each layer. What a delight to create patterns, then paint over them, such that you would only notice them out of the corner of your eye.
This got me thinking about the role of art in society. What a limited view to consider art something hung in a museum or on a wall "on display", declare it "IMPORTANT ART" or even "LOUSY ART," and demand it be looked at and critiqued. So many art graduates with intense training and incredible skill find their entire horizons limited to a canvas to sell to art snobs and nouveaux riches.
Why isn't every house painter in the world an art school graduate? The kind of person who, given a can of color and an enormous surface, delights at the opportunity to work their magic?
Why aren't musicians the ones designing every damn little thing that makes a clanking noise? Not as "hired aesthetic consultants," but as some schmo who maintains the subway tracks, with both an apprenticeship in a trade and advanced training in music? This person would certainly have a knack for rhythms, and might even adjust a track such that it creates a memorable rhythm when a train passes over it.
Artists, please: get yourself out of the art world. There are so many possibilities in realms you might think "beneath" you. In fact, they're not. They're a most fantastic challenge.
I, for one, enjoy the rhythms at my bartending job, and the dance it creates when things flow well. Perhaps I'll start shaking tihais.
Art is so much more interesting outside the gallery or concert hall. Never mind "artistic recognition." Cultivate style.