The Endless Race: Art, Solitude, and the Warmth of Supporters

The Endless Race: Art, Solitude, and the Warmth of Supporters

Sometimes I get tired of writing. However, I often receive warm messages of support from readers who have read my writing. I think the comments are like jewels. They fill my heart with sparkling energy all day long. Then I am no longer exhausted.

That is why writers need readers. Artists need lovers who love their paintings. This is a very essential relationship.

The work of painting and writing is solitude itself. Because I have to leave myself alone for that moment. No one can enter the moment of creation completely, not in the form of inspiration. That is why artists enjoy time alone. My favorite French impressionist painter, Cézanne, also went to the Mont Saint-Victoire alone during the prime of his work and devoted himself to his work for 35 years. I sometimes wonder what energy Cézanne used to endure such a long time. I often wonder about Cézanne’s secret, because he must have endured the worries and pain pouring out during the creative process alone.

But I think at least the chirping birds next to him cheered him on. Otherwise, he would not have been able to explore the essence of art and beauty for so long. As I write and draw, I have come to realize that this process is longer than a marathon and has no end in sight, so many people are reluctant to enter this path. That is why artists should enjoy this race more than anyone else. They should be able to ignore boredom and even shabby titles and run because they love holding a brush and drawing and writing so much.

And there are people who give these artists warm words with the same temperature as them. That is why they can continue drawing and writing. Later, these readers and enthusiasts increase in number, and there comes a time when they have no choice but to continue working. Even when they feel lazy and want to rest today and are in a slump and cannot do anything and do not want to move a finger, artists are conscious of the people watching them. So they draw and write again.

I think these works are meaningful and fun. I imagine that if the body were an engine, my readers and enthusiasts are putting oil into this engine. So, even though it's raining and cold and I want to take a day off today, I get up again and find strength. If the words and pictures I write like this give someone joy and strength, it's rewarding as an artist.

I would like to thank everyone who leaves warm comments on my writings. And I will never stop and will continue to draw art, draw, and write about people who love drawing. Thank you for helping me keep running without stopping or giving up.