To set the scene that inspired this post:
Last week on Facebook, I posted about Hal planning to preach at one of the churches he formerly served in Ohio. He had asked me to play piano. A friend said that he didn't know that I was an artist, and I protested that I was merely a technician. He told me to accept the compliment as it was given.
Then we got to the church. A young man was behind the piano, and I breathed a sigh of relief. This young man played beautifully. And I found out that he does not read music. He has never had a lesson. He plays by ear. Hal wanted to sing "Sweet Hour of Prayer" - the young man did not know it, and I had not had time to practice that one, so we began to sing it a capello (not Acapulco) and halfway through the song, this pianist began playing along - a song he had not played before, notes he did not read. And I stood in awe.
And that, to me, is the difference. I can play the notes that I see in front of me. I can even memorized a song or two. I can follow the directions for speed and loudness (or softness, as the case may be). I can play with feeling. But I cannot embellish. I cannot add notes where the sheet in front of me has none (ok, I can, but it would not be pretty). I cannot sit down to a keyboard and play by putting my fingers to keys - yes, I know what sound they have, but I need someone else to put them together on a sheet of paper for me to make it sound right. I am a technician. The young man at the church - he is an artist. So was Ronnie (God rest his soul), my brother's friend, who could sit at the piano and play jazz riffs. My mother asked me one time why I couldn't play like that. I thought for the right way to answer, and told her that I have a skill; Ronnie had a gift. And that is the difference.
My stepdaughter is a theatrical costumer. She can imagine something in her head, put it to paper, design the pattern, and build a costume. I can pin a pre-made pattern to fabric and sew it together. Now, I have made a couple of purses(ok, so far 1 1/2) lately without patterns. And they are/will be cute. Yeah. It's a rectangle with a button and ribbon. But a dress? A suit? I can imagine something in my head. Gets lost between brain and paper.
So. There you have it. I'm a technician. Now, I'm a decent technician when I work at it. But I'm not an artist. I have a skill, not a gift. And that's ok with me. And, it's ok if someone wants to call me an artist.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)