The Art of Authenticity
Art is the cornerstone of all things. It is blended seamlessly into all aspects of life and it has many forms. Sometimes it is painted, sometimes written, sometimes it is even debated or calculated. Everything is an art form and everyone is an artist. The doctor is as artistic as the painter; their masterpieces simply take on different forms. The flight of the hummingbird is art; the way the sun rises and sets is art. Everything. Life is art.
Frequently the concept of creative genius is reserved and exclusively attributed to the more artistically obvious of us. However we are all artists by divine nature, all geniuses of our crafts, only differing in medium and canvas.
Everything is art, especially the simplicities. How we write, the way we dress or make our beds. Though our routine may reflect universal similarities, there is a unique brushstroke that now one can so naturally imitate. This is the essence of creation, an essence that no machine can recreate.
The art is in the idiosyncrasies of authenticity. Living authentically is living artfully. Creating authentically is one the most artful method of production there is. Authenticity is an artform, and skilled authenticity is a craft that should be preserved regardless of the norms that mass production is currently levying upon our society.
The Reclamation of Slow Crafting
Technology has lately been the antagonist of authentic lifestyles. We forsake our idiosyncratic handwriting in preference of text, the way we experience food must be captured and then filtered through camera phones, turning pages of paper books are replaced with swipes of a glowing screen, photo albums are digitized timelines.
But the rebellion against digital and microwave society is in full force. We are beginning to see a trend towards the resurrection of fervor for obsolete yet endearing practices— hand lettering, paper books, stationary, and handmade clothing. And what is the source of this desire to hold onto the authentic gestures that could more efficiently be accomplished in seconds with the aid of technology? Why do we trade efficiency for authenticity? Is it Passion? Nostalgia?
And what is the source of this desire to hold onto the authentic gestures that could more efficiently be accomplished in seconds with the aid of technology? Why do we trade efficiency for authenticity? Is it Passion? Nostalgia?
I believe we are trying to save ourselves from an increasingly robotic and non-sentient world. Though technology undoubtedly has its merit, it can strip us of our humanity, replacing our humanly functions with mechanics. It sets us to auto-pilot robots, who would probably leave our own breathing in the hands of technology if it promised to save us a second or two.
We are in our nature, sentient vessels harboring passionate souls, all of us susceptible to the need to express ourselves outside of the realm of technological bounds.
And so we find a magnetic sense of admiration for those entities upon which we can tap into something deeper than the keys on our computers and phones.