All the little things in life are made better with eye candy. Whether you are watching a movie or watching a singer or just people-watching; it is always made better when you are able to look at someone who is pleasing to the eye. Did you notice the pattern there?
Eye candy is only important when you are watching with your eyes. However, with the expansion of visual content nothing is sacred. I remember when I would listen to music without knowing how the artist looked or who they were dating. I would look at a painting or read a book without the need to dig into the author and artist’s personal life. This need for visuals and judgment has spread into all aspects of love and passion.
We are becoming less and less capable of seeing with our mind’s eye. I wonder if anyone would have listened to Gandhi, Buddha, The Dali Lama , etc., if they were attempting to spread their wisdom today. Would they be attractive enough for their voices to be heard? Would their unorthodox lifestyle make it difficult for us to listen to the wisdom they have to share? We see this issue with everything, not just those with a strong perspective on the world around them.
When the Spurs won the NBA championship I was rooting for the team and excited for their victory. I got comments from many women such as, “why are you rooting for the Spurs? Tony Parker cheated on Eva Longoria?” First of all, I do not know if this is true. Second of all, why should I not root for a team who has a great coach and clearly have love for the fundamentals of the game? Because one of the players supposedly cheated on his ex? It’s like how some bandwagon World Cup fans were cheering for the team with the “cutest” players. Sometimes I do wish that we went back to a time with blurry television screens and less gossip sources.
When I love a band or artist, I make it a point not to dig in too deep. Sometimes it’s best to let their words, music, painting, etc. speak for itself. Art exists for a reason. It exists to express a part of the human spirit that would otherwise remain hidden. When we as humans are great at something, I liken it to having a sixth sense. To an NBA player, the ball and the court are like phantom limbs that extend from their abilities and passion. The same goes for a guitar player, any professional athlete, singer, writer and so on. Their phantom limbs are the guitar, their voice, a pen…
Just as you can tell when someone is a natural, you can also tell when it is something they do for show-and-tell. Thanks to the explosion of mass media, it is difficult to love art for art and not for the show-and-tells. The sad part is that some people cannot tell the difference, even if in their heart they know it to be true. Just like ten years ago when many people had the pressure to become doctors and lawyers, now many feel pressured to become artists. How ridiculous it is to think that one must be pressured to become an artist!
Everyone is an artist. One of my closest friends told me on Saturday, “art is like shit.” It is in all of us, just waiting to come out at the right time. You must do what comes natural. Art that is forced will be lacking much needed substance. It might even make you sick. Or is it that you are sick to begin with that you feel the need to force that shit out?