Month: August,2017

What’s the point of art? Is it really that important in our lives?

August 28, 2017 By inquisitiveart

What’s the point of art?

There’s my whole blog here, not to mention universities, cultural movements, museums, entire lives, and who knows what else-all dedicated to art. Sometimes it makes me wonder:

What’s the point? What is the point of art, and is it really that important?

Cesar A. Cruz said:

“Art should comfort the disturb and disturb the comfortable.”

So, done. All figured out. Thank you Cesar for clearing that up.

The only problem is figuring out what in the world he meant, and if we even agree with him.

So first off:

Art should comfort the disturbed…”

Comforting the disturbed seems like a pretty worthwhile goal.

I’ve bonded with friends over movies, been refreshed by a beautiful graphic novel, been encouraged by adventurous novels, and was inspired by gorgeous art and mind-blowing sci fi.

I’d say that, yes, art has definitely comforted me when I was disturbed.

And not just me, art has also been a huge part of social movements throughout history and has been used to comfort/encourage/inspire those suffering through horrible experiences.

When people are scared or hurt some of them always reach out to each other with art.

You can look on Instagram right now and see that every recent tragedy has people trying to process it and show how they care about others through whatever medium they use.

Am I In Over My Head?

August 25, 2017 By inquisitiveart

Am I in over my head?




Of course I am.


Perhaps I took my own advice on “Making My Life Harder on Purpose” a little too well.


I’ve committed to becoming a professional illustrator.


To those who know me well, this might feel more “out of the blue” than it is.


Backing up a bit


I’ve always loved art and thought about going to art school after high school…but didn’t.


After graduating with my teaching certification I taught 5th grade, and let’s just be kind and say I had a bit of a rough year. I loved parts of it, but ultimately realized that classroom teaching wasn’t for me.


While surviving 5th grade, I started to draw more frequently and focused more on improving while I thought seriously about the foolishness of changing careers right after spending years getting a teaching degree.


Then came nine months of working overseas and traveling as a “break”, “while I could” before I “got too settled” into a teaching job.


Which were all true reasons for why I went overseas.