I was talking to a friend yesterday and he happened to mention how great a mutual acquaintance in the arts was at her job. It just so happened that I had been talking to her earlier that day and she had mentioned that her parents didn’t think her profession was suitable for a proper woman and that she should come home and get serious about her life.
This is a woman in arts administration whose steady paycheck is accompanied by pretty good medical, dental and vision. She doesn’t get paid much, but she manages to sock some away. Much to my envy, she easily impresses people with her personality and professional skills within 5 minutes of meeting them.
I could understand from previous conversations why her parents might think acting was improper for a woman. The computer and business skills she has developed would be respected in most industries so I can only think that they don’t quite understand what she does.
The threshold for my male friend’s parents was a little lower. They grudgingly stopped nagging him when he started getting a steady salary and health insurance.
I had a friend in grad school from Canada who characterized the prevailing attitude in her country (or at least British Columbia) as theatre was fine for other people’s kids, but not your own. People who would think nothing of driving three hours one way, she said, would give her father a pitying look when they learned she was studying theatre.
It is easy to claim that the lack of arts education in schools is creating generations who don’t have any appreciation for the craft. While this may be true, I have seen and spoken to people whose parents spent hundreds of dollars each year to send their kids to acting and dance classes and then rounded up family and friends at $15-$20 each to watch them perform.
Heck, some of best rentals come from these schools. Most renters come in for a day or two, these guys rent for an entire week to allow for construction and rehearsal time.
Then I have seen these kids enter college and tell me their parents want them to quit their major or stop hanging out with the drama kids. I wonder at the dichotomy. Undoubtably in some cases it is due to the child leaving the discipline of home and having their grades crash. In many cases it appears to be a situation of “When I became a man I put childish things behind me.” What was fine to support for years suddenly becomes frivolous.
Now I will be the first to admit that it is a damn tough path in life to follow. Heck, I have tried to dim the stars in the eyes of some in the hope of allowing them to see the rough road before them a little more clearly.
Just like teaching, it is a life of low pay, long hours and respect in low proportion to expectations and effort expended. People often try to dissuade friends and family from becoming teachers for this reason.
But they never say teaching isn’t proper. Teachers are useful, after all.
We have all had that conversation. An internal dialogue at the very least. What are we really contributing to the world? When it all hits the fan, will my words/movement/painting help restore and set things aright? Personally, I take consolation in the fact I can pickle, can, bake bread from scratch, make candles and spin flax into thread. And I am not something totally useless like a lawyer.
I have no easy insight for solutions to offer here. I just wanted to introduce the topic in the hopes of spurring a conversation. Quite a few of my posts and news stories you read deal with arts funding being cut for organizations and schools. We talk about getting funding restored, attracting grants and audiences and doing a better job for less.
We often don’t talk about, at least that I have seen, is dealing with the self-doubt we experience or the subtle/overt messages we get from family and friends about our choices. It is one thing to watch a sitcom with the periennially out of work actor who moves from sleeping on each of his friends’ couches in turn and another to be living it.
Starving artists can’t afford career counseling from anyone who doesn’t think they are a bum or isn’t starving themselves. They either get told to find a new line of work and start paying rent or to hang in there, they will make it one day because their fellow starving artist wants that hope for themselves.
I have never heard of the service being offered, but have any artists who have done well for themselves (besides college professors) turned around and given career advice to the starving ones? If they have or ever do, did anyone listen to the advice? We have all heard the story of the one person who was rejected by 99 arbiters of taste only to earn the belief of the 100th and become fabulously rich. Nevermind this was the 1 case in 100,000 and the 99 arbiters were wise to reject the other 99,999. Slim hope tells us we are the 100,000th case.
In any case. Thoughts? Ideas? Addresses of starving artist support groups? This is the place to express your mind.
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