Reflection & Introspection|A Living Masterpiece
I love art. I love going to art shows, museums, or gallery hopping, searching for the newest trends and acknowledging the former moves of the past in an ever-changing present. Although I am a songwriter, music producer, humanitarian, author, stylist, life connoisseur, and both a paid and pro bono social commentator, deep down I consider myself an artist who paints life through my everyday existence. I figure that you have to make whatever you love. I view art as an opportunity to eavesdrop upon the most intimate conversation between heart of an artist and the imagination of the mind. Art creates the canvas of unlimited conception, making dreams reality and possibilities endless. Art, in many ways, is a vehicle of self discovery and a challenge to mortality, possessing the ability to both capture and transcend time, oftentimes outliving the hands of its creator. The vulnerability of art lends itself to be criticized, interpreted, demeaned, loved, hated, and the subject of public debate. Art, like life, is full of imperfections, yet brilliantly sewn together. We are all art, sculpted by the hands of time and experience, understanding the feeling of being put on display only to be judged, criticized, and defined as either being a renowned masterpiece or a meaningless portrait unappealing to the eye. This embodies the conflict of true humanity. Are we a tour de force or a movement of minimalism? I have learned in this past year to run towards neither of these extreme definitions in totality, instead choosing to walk the middle road and accepting that I am both. I am both tour de force and a movement of minimalism depending on time and perception. I am okay with that! Are you?
If art evokes expression, passion, controversy, love, hate, and the rawest of emotions, then what am I painting on my canvas of possibilities? What realm of influence am I sculpting with the gift and talents that I have been given? I look at my music, style of dress, and social life as art to be judged, critiqued, applauded, and scorned. I feel as if God has put me on Earth to embody whatever is hot, fresh, true, and authentic. When white tees were hot, I was wearing ascots. When button downs and fitted were the thing to wear, I moved over button vest and fedoras. I remember walking around drinking out of champagne flutes just because I could. No real rhyme or reason. I was just being me. I am getting back to my trendsetting ways, observing where the majority goes and heading the opposite way. When things go right, I step to the left.
Art, like life and humanity, captures the most glaring imperfections that life can afford, turning even the ugliest of colors into beauty in a rawest form. When I look in mirror, I clearly see the man that is egotistical, brash, selfish, arrogant, spiteful, angry, and envious. But I can also catch of glance of the man that is a loner, emotional, loving, accepting, and willing to give the very last of what I have just to make a difference in someone’s life. I have come to the conclusion that I am both an epic story of triumph and a grim fairy tale, both of which lead down roads and differing outcomes. These moments of self-evaluation and taking inventory are invaluable to self-progression and growth.
Perception is fleeting and truth is eternal. Being honest with yourself and surrounding yourself with people that are willing to be honest perhaps doesn’t make life easier as much as it makes the journey conquerable. Honesty would tell me that most of my greatest failures have inadvertently led to some of my greatest moments of triumph. My life experience has taught me to scribble dreams and sculpt life, vowing to never let a day pass without a full experience. Make love, find truth, and seek inspiration. Live art and paint the possibilities one day and at a time.
Welcome to my reflection. You'll enjoy the ride.
Warm regards,
Aaron J. Whitfield
If art evokes expression, passion, controversy, love, hate, and the rawest of emotions, then what am I painting on my canvas of possibilities? What realm of influence am I sculpting with the gift and talents that I have been given? I look at my music, style of dress, and social life as art to be judged, critiqued, applauded, and scorned. I feel as if God has put me on Earth to embody whatever is hot, fresh, true, and authentic. When white tees were hot, I was wearing ascots. When button downs and fitted were the thing to wear, I moved over button vest and fedoras. I remember walking around drinking out of champagne flutes just because I could. No real rhyme or reason. I was just being me. I am getting back to my trendsetting ways, observing where the majority goes and heading the opposite way. When things go right, I step to the left.
Art, like life and humanity, captures the most glaring imperfections that life can afford, turning even the ugliest of colors into beauty in a rawest form. When I look in mirror, I clearly see the man that is egotistical, brash, selfish, arrogant, spiteful, angry, and envious. But I can also catch of glance of the man that is a loner, emotional, loving, accepting, and willing to give the very last of what I have just to make a difference in someone’s life. I have come to the conclusion that I am both an epic story of triumph and a grim fairy tale, both of which lead down roads and differing outcomes. These moments of self-evaluation and taking inventory are invaluable to self-progression and growth.
Perception is fleeting and truth is eternal. Being honest with yourself and surrounding yourself with people that are willing to be honest perhaps doesn’t make life easier as much as it makes the journey conquerable. Honesty would tell me that most of my greatest failures have inadvertently led to some of my greatest moments of triumph. My life experience has taught me to scribble dreams and sculpt life, vowing to never let a day pass without a full experience. Make love, find truth, and seek inspiration. Live art and paint the possibilities one day and at a time.
Welcome to my reflection. You'll enjoy the ride.
Warm regards,
Aaron J. Whitfield
