The Art World

Last summer, I was given the opportunity to be “in the art world” for a bit, and it wasn’t nearly as dreadful and scary as people seem to make it sound. It was wonderful, the best time in my life. Before you tell me that I’m insane, let me explain.

I was in a group of ten teenagers selected to, over a ten day span of time, produce a collection of artwork with a central theme that we, as a group, came up with. And at the end of those days, we had a moment of time to share our work with anyone who was interested. During a gallery night, we used a space and displayed our artwork and people asked us questions and took home prints of our work and it was incredible. That was the time when I was thrown into the art world, head first.

Anyway, back to what I was saying. this whole “art world” thing really is a different world. The world that most everyone lives in requires us to communicate via language; the written and spoken word (sometimes communicated with gestures as well, but you know what I mean). But the problem is, some people can’t communicate all with words. Our thoughts are comprised of words and pictures, those people need to be able to express those pictures as they are, as images with form instead of words connected to make sentences. I believe I have a way with words, you might not agree but that’s okay. I find myself to be a relatively good writer in that I can most times get my words to say what I want them to say. But not always, sometimes I can’t get them out just right. I find this problem mostly when an episode of depression is upon me, because depression is so incredibly indescribable, it’s an emotion all in and of itself, like happiness and rage.

So, when these beautiful things we have called words can’t work right, l look to art. Art through music and art through the visual, tangible form. I’m not always able to accurately display how I feel with art, but it’s there when I’ve run out of options. This thing we call the art world is an entire world of people who accept this form of communication and speak it fluently. When I stepped into this world for the first time, I realized it was where I ought to live. I didn’t know there were other people who spoke the same language, who had troubles communicating via written and spoken language just as I have so many times.

I’m not saying I think myself to be above others, quite the opposite really. But we all deserve to find a place where we fit, where there are like-minded people who speak the same language. Nerdfighteria is one of those worlds that’s for people who don’t have a place anywhere else, and I’d like to say that I live there too. I’ve spent so much time in my life not finding anyone like myself, like everyone around me speaks a language I’ve never been taught before and it’s all so confusing. And now, with all the problems I have, I don’t know if I’ll ever fit anywhere perfectly, but does anyone, really? They say we’re all unique, which means that there’s never a perfect fit. Maybe that’s okay. I guess you just have to find the worlds that have similar languages to your own.

What world do you belong to? What languages do you speak?

~Scathach