When asked why painting the human figure was so important painter Scott
Burdick was matter-of-fact. “Because we are human,” he said. “If an
alien species were to come down today, they wouldn’t respond to the
human form or face like we do. Just like pictures of lobsters don’t
remind us of our parents or children. We are human, and we are most
tied up in other people and our relationships to each other.”
Artists aren’t superheroes. No capes, no spandex onesies, and no
butlers named Alfred. Artists don’t necessarily lead extraordinary
lives in which they paint or draw between bouts of saving the world.
Artists are like you and me. They are you and me, actually. We
all go about our day-to-day lives and amidst the daily to-dos and
stressors we try to recognize inspiration when it hits, and then we try
to find enough time to actually do something about it.
When I was a kid, my mom always cut coupons on Sunday morning. I’d sit
beside her and do the same, but I’d flip through magazines and
newspapers and cut out pictures I liked or lettering that I thought was
neat, and I never gave up my artsy coupon clipping habit because it’s a
great way to pull inspirational images into my orbit.