During my daily internet scouring for trends, I came across
a list (what else?) of the top 10 reclusive artists.
Ironically, I know of them all. And ironically,
everyone wants to find and interview them all the time. Nothing makes you more
wanted than not wanting anyone…yet another of life’s many mysteries.
Of course there are lots of recluses that don’t
have talents people are after; they just remain lonely and maybe show up on
some show about cat ladies or hoarders. For the ultimate and safe ego boost one
must be exceptionally creative, yet unattainable. It might be hard to fight
that urge to bring one’s book onto Oprah, or sing on Letterman – but let’s face
it, those careers seldom go places.
The trick is to have the money, the adoration,
the creative freedom and the ability to schlep to the drugstore without TMZ
chasing you down.
J.D. Salinger has only written one book. That
it’s, besides some short stories and novellas. The only pictures of him seem to
come from a passport photo and one of those Bigfoot-type shots on a street.
I’m thinking of creating a program for the
hopeful reclusive artists, maybe a facebook type thing with steps…but no
friends. That would defeat the purpose.
Until…
Your art is selling, that is. Then it’s time to
set up the fan page and have said fans exchange sightings.
If you don’t hear from me for awhile, don’t
worry, I’ll be back.
posted by
Lisa Christiansen
on Jan 07, 2010