Happy April Fool’s Day. I never much cared for the tradition. Institutionalized lying? No thanks.
Instead of faking some sort of shocking prank today, I would like to share a short interview I just completed with a friend, over on the message boards we inhabit. This is as close as I can get to the real truth of my life. No fooling.
Noir: Stu, what’s the most meaningful gift you’ve ever been given, and who gave it to you?
Me: The really deep and important ones, I can’t talk about. Some things are too special to speak of.
These questions, and the letter that accompanied them, and your continued presence here on the boards, are very meaningful gifts in themselves.
And, of course, the original art from the Mulletman.
Noir: How does it feel, to be such an inspirational figure, to this community, and to the people who inhabit it?
Me: Tough question, it reminds me of the questions they ask the winning player at the end of a big game on TV! It is very rewarding. It feels like I have accomplished my intentions. It feels like God is smiling on me, and patting me on the back. It feels wonderful.
Noir: If you could give anyone a single piece of advice, about anything they could ever experience, in this world, what would it be?
Me: Enjoy it, as often as you can, no matter what it is.
Noir: As an artist, you’ve obviously dealt with criticism, and potentially, the doubt that it can breed, in your artwork. How do you overcome that, and find new inspiration?
Me: I realize that the only critic that really matters is me. Art is a way of communicating with the gods, not pleasing the other humans. It is a closed feedback loop between me and my maker. Earthly accolades are just gravy. It’s too bad schools thrive on critics, because art critics are full of shit for the most part. Craftsmanship and composition can be improved, but art itself is only true to its author.
I have always been okay with that. With a self-reliance born of confidence and clarity. With the fact that some people will always find fault. With my self and my art, just the way it is.
If I am uncovering new truth and new inspiration for myself with each new thing I create, how can that be wrong? It can’t.