“Art Thinking”
by beccaborrelli
Once upon a time… I landed my first post collegiate/ pre-teaching job hostessing at a sushi restaurant. It was the type of place that got away with shamelessly mediocre food, because beautiful people liked the red leather chairs and purple gauze curtains. Work hours were spent navigating socialite/machismo egos of Cleveland’s downtown scene.
My second year there, they acquired a quintessential bad boy manager I’ll call “Z.” Previously a bartender at a posh, “so you think you’re trendy for eating here” place uptown… he was the perfect addition to an already high maintenance staff. He looked good in a tie, could construct well-formed sentences, yet could tell a crowd of drunk fraternity guys to shove off without hesitation. I was a relatively good girl who secretly wanted to fuck the world up a bit. This cliché match-up had Melrose Place written all over it. We ended up settling into the “friends who could, but know better” role.
“Z” personified how society fails geniuses when they can’t embrace “normal.” While full of wisdom and intellectual prowess far beyond his years, he was plagued by an underlying suspicion that perhaps he was just a loser with a higher than average vocabulary. Sadly, he acted in accordance- doing a rainbow of drugs, bouncing between jobs, and struggling with the female species. While knowing he possessed gifts, he often used a few bottles of wine to ease tension as he spilled out years of resentment towards a mentally ill mother, an alcoholic father, and all the people that never saw past school suspensions and rebellious behavior. He was the kind of man every girl wants to save… and should know better.
Back in those days, “Z” had an acquaintance that frequented half-off sushi night. His name escapes me now, but the details of this guy’s torrid lifestyle were rampant around downtown Cleveland. He was an infamous dealer of not-so-mild drugs, and engaged to a girl addicted to his wares as well as carrying their first child. He was the kind of guy that white bred, college educated girlie girls loved to talk shit about over Bombay and tonics.
“I don’t understand why you like that guy,” I grumbled one night on the phone.
“It’s not that I like him,” said “Z.” “I guess it’s just that I see all of him.”
During my senior year of undergrad, the cooperating teacher I worked under told me something that I will never forget.
“Artists can live comfortably in the grays,” she had said. “They don’t need things to be black and white to feel safe.”
“Z” is an unlikely subject for a teaching blog, but his story is a perfect example of how to think like an artist. I think of “Z” when I listen to political diatribes about Public Education, Health Care, or Immigration. I think of his mantra as our leaders compartmentalize issues, and slice off small pieces of a problem so Americans can digest it easily. Americans don’t like being handed the daunting, murky, and often paradoxical truth. It’s far too scary to contemplate Health Care reform when both sides are right… and wrong.
Since I’m in education, my current whipping boy is Arne Duncan. I’m sure you have your own scapegoat. As I write this I can tell you I don’t practice what I’m preaching in this post when it comes to Mr. Duncan. However, should he decide to pack his black and white bags and move out of Bandaid Solution City where he currently resides, I would be the first one offering to write his press announcement.
The transcript of that speech will come to a Brazen Post near you in a few days. I haven’t written anything in weeks. Time to work out some rusty kinks.
Welcome back!
Science Teacher Doyle 🙂 Many thanks
Learning “how to think like an artist” is learning how to think.
The black-and-white view of the world reflects either raging faith or ignorance (or for many, a mixture of both).
Few of us are comfortable with the grays, and many, maybe most, of us choose to align with this -ism or that movement. It’s easier to nod with a group than sit on the outside looking in.
The newest Harper’s has an article by Mark Slouka propounding the importance of the humanities in public schooling, but then he separates science from the humanities. I read your post as I was reading his article, so my thoughts may be more biased than usual.
I’m just throwing out a wee voice from the corner of a classroom–while artists are blessed with vision (and more importantly, the courage to share their vision), even the non-artistic folk out there can think in grays, though perhaps not be as comfortable doing so as the gifted among us.
good to see you again; great post.
the “artistic temperament”
is often reportedly felt as a *need*
to share some vision (blessing or curse
or a little of each and a lot of both). or anyway
to *work out* some as-yet-dimly-seen
*better version* of some vision;
the need to *share* may be optional.
somebody somewhere refers to
“the generous error”:
to live life according to a vision of it.
what a great saying.
thanks again for a smart bit of writing.
Ah, I see why this post made you think of me! I guess that ole blog of mine does show that I tend to think in shades of grey, doesn’t it!?! lol
I think I like this “Z”, and I know that I like what you’ve learned from him and what you’re trying to get other people to see and understand.
Cheers Brazen, glad to see you’re back, now to get me back into the saddle of writing!
Hmm…well, I’m interested in reading that press announcement.
Anyway, I’d say that artists are comfortable in the grays, when they’re modestly able to survive there. Or have the means to survive whilst living in that area.
Doyle, Truly… do you really think Scientists are capable of thinking creatively? Mwah haha… kidding. You caught me in a bit of elitist writing. Your comment reminds me why I wanted a blog in the first place. Having ideas and vantage points via other people makes growing like… possible… like totally. Thank you kindly, you brought up some very good points 🙂
vlorbik, Did you know your name is backwards? 😉 Thank you for your poem-like commentary. I always find it easier to understand ideas in alternative format. I like to think it’s because I have a cool alternative brain… but it’s probably just my short attention span. Likes reading fewer words. Either way… always appreciate your way of spinning things.
Skye, Hey I’m so glad you read this. Based on what I know about you… you WOULD like “Z” 🙂 He and I live far apart now… but once in a while he will call and drop me some wisdom.
Samurai, And I would be interested in knowing what you think of it… once I’m finished. Always enjoy the Samurai perspective
I like how, to me, your narrative gave the clown names, Past, Present, and Future, to the painting at the top.
Good luck with your new perspective. 🙂
There are parts of life that are either/or and both/and. It seems that, when we try to dogmatically claim all things are gray, we become black and white about relativism. I have only a few things to me that are black and white (a few core beliefs of my faith, my love for my family, the convictions I have about freedom of thought, genocide and a few others) and everything else is shades of gray. I feel comfortable with the black and white as well as the gray.