I had always felt that I was an artist... until recently. From a very young age I had an affinity for art. I excelled in various art forms, and people have often recognized my talents. When I got older, I pursued a career in the arts by studying graphic design. Although I gave design my all, I never managed to develop a genuine interest in the craft. After graduation, I pursued jobs that required minimal artistic ability because I realized that creating commercial art left me terribly drained and unfulfilled. I am working now as a graphic designer, but most of the work is purely technical, and there is little art involved. I prefer it this way, but am looking into other career options.
For the past year, I had lost all desire to create art. I tried to write, but even that felt like a chore which I could not keep up. In an effort to ignite the artistic spark again, I dragged myself to the Art Gallery, and explored the city for inspiration. All I got out of the art gallery was a headache. The hundreds of paintings and sculptures were met with indifference. I felt detached from these supposed great works of art. The exhibitions in the city left me cold and unmoved.
This really got me thinking: Am I still an artist? I can only name very few artists (of any medium) whose work has really inspired and touched me on a deeper level. I never cared to become a renown artist, and never related to the art community of which many of its members obsess over receiving approbation from their peers. My focus has shifted from uncompromising self-expression to finding meaningful work. Although I can't say whether this artistic torpor will last permanently, I feel that it may be many many years before any desire for artistic expression will return, if it ever does.
Has anyone else grown out of art?