Jody Noelle Coughlin Art Blog
It is a small world. It really is. I woke up this morning and opened my laptop to see what I could see. I found a bit of writing. I liked it. I shared it with friends. What I saw within this piece of writing was (seemingly) a heartfelt out-pouring of sheer frustration over an art show the writer (who is also an artist) witnessed recently. Alright. I like that. In fact, I loved that. As an artist himself he had something to say about the current art scene in New York City. Impressive.
I go about my day. I run errands and I do a little bit of this and a little bit of that. I come home. I re-open my laptop. I see what has happened since I left. Another fellow artist I__™ve met recently has a completely different perspective on the writing of the first artist. In fact, our perspectives seemed to be polar opposites. She hates it and says so. Whoa! Hold on! What?
She leaves a comment for me to read at the site where I shared the link to the writing I referred to in the first paragraph of this post (all this internet communication can get pretty tricky, yes?). I pause to consider her perspective. I do see it. Then, I wonder, is she right? Is he? Is it about being right? Is it about being wrong? Have I offended her? See, it__™s hard to tell. The tone of a person__™s comment can easily be lost in translation... What to do!? I panic a little. I delete the link to the post. I feel like I__™ve caused a real disturbance here. Have I? I send her a message to apologize. She sends one back saying no! Don__™t delete it! Debate is good!
I think about that. Hmmm... I don__™t know. I__™ve seen on-line debates turn ugly. I don__™t want anything to do with a crazy on-line debate today. I__™m feeling a little raw, emotionally speaking (don__™t ask why because I will tell you I have PMS and you__™ll say that__™s a little too much information). But, then again... Maybe a good debate is necessary despite my emotional and physical disposition. Maybe? I don__™t know!
A dialogue opens up about the whole thing between myself and artist number two. The next thing I know, I am having a fantastic conversation with her about the writing in question that I discovered first thing this morning.
So, to clarify, I am sitting at my kitchen table in Eastern New Brunswick, Canada and I am chatting with an artist whom I deeply admire from where else but New York City! I shake my head. I look around. I wonder how this happened? I mean, is not New York City the very nucleus of all that is awesome in the world of art? Okay, I am starting to feel very cool indeed! Have I totally and completely leaped and bounded beyond the limitations of my small town and the Canadian border too and hopped, skipped and jumped into the world of the New York City art scene? Why, yes, Ms. Coughlin, that is precisely what has occurred here today! Yes indeed! I knew I had it in me! I knew it!
I finish my day feeling very satisfied that artist number one had the courage to speak out and I feel very happy to be able to debate the topic of the writing with artist number two. She is right. Debate is good, if done with respect and kindness which it was.
Too make a small world even smaller, I found out this afternoon that artist number one works near artist number two__™s studio and because of the writing and the debating and perhaps even the patience and open-mindness of all involved, these two are meeting for lunch sometime in the near future.
My friends, my work here is done.
Now, I must get back to the real world. Well, my real world anyway. There__™s no controversial art scene happening here at my house tonight... unless you count all those dishes in the kitchen sink.