The Confinements of Conformity
An artists goal is to create. After a creation enters the world, it is the eye of the beholder that will impress upon that creation a judgment. That judgment will lead to a label, a way to categorize the emotion that is evoked, the interpretation of the work to be made sense of and mentally packaged and shelved by its onwatcher.
Despite the interpretation of the beholder, an artist’s goal to create without the confinement of the audience’s opinion or need, is the true essence of the freedom of artistry isn’t it?
And often lost are those that can deny the accouchements of what popular opinion will pay- in money- in notoriety- in the contribution to the survival of said art.
But there are those that do not mind clinging to the ship, regardless of the stormy waters, regardless of the vessel filling with water and beginning to sink.
Principality- is what holds an establishments reputation intact.
And only a person of extreme belief in themselves and in the virtue of complete independence, be able to keep the organizations identity true to the philosophy.
Lucy Walker is that person. Her lifetime, which is growing near a century, is rich with a history of social work in the form of art and servitude. She is someone who has the immense will to maintain her stance and dedication to preserve the ultimate definition of ‘grassroots’.
Lucy set out in the ’60s to make theater available for all those who desired it by creating EDEN theater in Denver, Colorado. For those who had zero educational basis or financial ability, they were still able to have access to theater through the efforts of Lucy’s organization. The contributions of supporting members to keep the program available to Denver’s artists soon ran to a minimum and the ability of the organization did too.
Nowadays, Lucy is seeing an absolute exaggeration of her own need for support. She is on the ship, clinging to the ideas as strong as she ever has- but now talking about it in past tenses. The vessel could use a little TLC, without running water and filled to the brim with trappings that are too much for the small space to be shared with both lucy’s belongings and a would-be new theater group audition.
Lucy still boasts with pride about the days that her theater was thriving. Her homage to its place in Denvers art society still very much alive. But Lucy is not one for popular opinion or swayed by the dollars that wave out from a funders pocketbook. Lucy is steady in her stance to remain at an accessible level although at this point strapped too tight to have any ability to operate at all. Without the ego for achievement but esteemed with never leaving the original idea that her theater was built upon, shes challenged to make simple ends meet.
There’s more to the story as well. Lucy is 91 years old now with 91 year old eyes that can hardly see. Her cataracts keep her from visibly enjoying even her immediate environment. For all the art that Lucy has witnessed in her day, the art of the lifecycle of thrive to decay is becoming her
Obviously I dont know what to write from this point forward.