On Being Unique
Tue ,23/03/2010Unique: being the only one; being without a like or equal; distinctively characteristic; peculiar; unusual.
These phrases are only part of Webster’s definitions of the word. If qualifying terms, such as “somewhat,” “rather,” “a bit,” etcetera, are used with it, they negate the very meaning. A thing, person or situation is either unique, or it is not.
We admire artists, musicians, designers, architects, physicians, researchers and writers who are different from the norm, who try new techniques and methods. However, being imperfect creatures, we tend to criticize or belittle those who look at the possibilities beyond the conventional. Adulation and recognition often come many years after a unique, creative individual has followed his/her own dreams, sometimes dying in their attempts.
I like to paint…ummm…I LOVE to paint! I have never fooled myself into thinking that I have an unusual talent with oils, brushes and canvas. There are many contempory artists whose work I admire: Robert Woods, Andrew Wyeth, James Wyeth, Thomas Kinkade, Lena Liu, to name a few. I think that the old masters, from hundreds of years ago, who mixed their own paints and built their own canvases, left a legacy that cannot be duplicated. I have never attempted to paint a subject in their style.
I have, however, undertaken some landscapes in the manner of Kinkade, with the soft skies, lamp-lit windows and dreamy ambiance of an era goneby. I like the results. While the paintings are mine, they are not unique in style or composition. They are, in essence, copies of another’s special creativity. I can live with that, since I’m painting for my own enjoyment.
