I went down to the beach this morning. Had a coffee. Watched a couple of people out on the choppy water.<\/p>\n
They were standing on boards, holding small sails with both hands. No mast or lines. Just the weight of their bodies and the shape of the wind.<\/p>\n
It looked like they were winging it. Literally. It turns out it is actually a thing: wing foiling. You stand on a board and hold an inflatable wing, like a small untethered sail. It looks strange at first, like someone has stepped into the sea with the wrong equipment and decided to carry on anyway.<\/p>\n
And then, somehow, it becomes quite magic.<\/p>\n
It made me think about the line: \u201cThe artist is the child who survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
The source is uncertain. It circulates in different forms, sometimes attributed to Rilke, sometimes to Nietzsche, sometimes without a source at all. But the thought remains useful.<\/p>\n
The artist is not only defined by talent. They are also defined by what they have stayed connected to: sensitivity, play, perception, pain, wonder, attention. Something remains available to them that many people lose contact with, bury, split off, or project elsewhere.<\/p>\n
Art becomes the structure that allows that connection to continue.<\/p>\n
That is what I often look for in artists: not innocence, but continuity. A serious relationship with the part of the self that still feels, notices, tests, makes, and responds.<\/p>\n
In that sense, the artist is not escaping childhood. They are carrying forward what was most alive in it, giving it form, discipline, and a language others can meet.<\/p>\n
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Had a coffee on the beach this morning. Watched two people out on the water, holding small untethered sails.<\/p>\n
At first it looked like they\u2019d brought the wrong equipment. Like someone stepping into the sea with an umbrella..<\/p>\n
And then the magic. Got me thinking about artists.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":29433,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[542],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29432","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-dispatches-from-the-field"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29432","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29432"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29432\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30219,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29432\/revisions\/30219"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/29433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29432"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29432"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/newbloodart.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29432"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}