The Sorry Lot of the Artist: A New Drink to Ease the Pain
This drink doesn’t make it any easier. In fact, there’s a kick to it and a slowburn that moves steadily towards the back of your throat. At first, you have your doubts. But you take another sip, then another, and you realize that if it were easy, as the saying goes, then everyone would do it. This is about being in it for the long haul, and it asks you if you’ve got what it takes…
THE SORRY LOT OF THE ARTIST 1½ part Bulleit Rye Whiskey ½ part Fernet-Branca ½ part Green Chartreuse ½ part Aperol dash of Peychaud’s bitters Stir over ice. Pour into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with a Tillen Farms Bada Bing cherry on a stem.
An Extemporaneous Essay on Artists & Art
by Kevin Kunundrum
Deep down, people resent artists. They resent them because they make them recall their own dreams that they’ve abandoned. So they turn on the artist to get revenge for their own acquiescence. And while their life may not have been wasted, it's still a profound loss to relinquish one's dreams. They are, after all, our dreams, and this is our one and only life. Not everyone can be an artist, just as not everyone can be a surgeon or a great athlete. But to be an artist for any length of time—say 20 or 30 years—is, as Robert Bly so eloquently put it, "to go down to the countryside of grief.” It is here where you learn the meaning of rejection and isolation. Of course, that doesn't mean you don't want more than this. But you’re no stranger to the darkness; these things that most people avoid at all costs.
But artists DO this! They travel to that place so they can see life in its raw, pulsating realness; so they can take on its pathos and pain to discover its poignancy and beauty. This is the gift they give—and it's no small gift—to transform the world through art, film, music, and words. And all they ask in return is to be able to survive. In my own life, I have been moved by a painting, by a scene in a film, by a song, by a line in a poem. Moved to the point of my life changing, and from that moment on, I was more than I had been. More of everything because of the gifts these artists gave. To create is to expand the world, to explode it in the best possible way. An explosion of ideas and beauty, reality and dreams, and the unlimited possibilities that life possesses but often keeps hidden. It is the artists who uncover these things, and make them visible for everyone else.
All artwork by Kevin Postupack. To see more, click on the link below: KEVIN'S ART
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