
Another tumultuous relationship: Venus, Goddess of Love, and Mars, God of War
Peter Paul Rubens (Flemish, 1577-1640), Mars Disarmed by Venus, ca. 1610-1612
Say you’re in a relationship, it’s lovely, passionate, spicy…really, Valentine’s was only two weeks ago, surely memories last longer than chocolates?
Everything is wonderful, until the bottom drops out, something happens, and for the sake of an example, we’ll say it’s money. Financial problems erupt, it’s bad. What is the net effect on said relationship? Does the “kicking to the curb” ensue immediately? Do you lose all that you had because of these external storms? Or do you tough it out, and even find strength in lovely passionate spiciness?
What if that metaphor was about the Arts? Arts with a capital A – art, music, dance, literature and poetry, the fruits of creative souls produced by professionals whose mission in life is to make things that make you, dear reader/viewer, experience something out-of-the-ordinary. In that light, it makes us rather lucky, that these individuals largely sacrifice so much (job security, earning potential, health insurance) because they’re driven by a force to create things and ideas, and expose this labor for the public’s enjoyment, or for the public’s derision. That’s also gutsy.
But this relationship with the Arts, if we love it so much, and get so much from it, why is our emotional barometer so linked to money? The market drops, economy crashes, jobs are lost. Why are we not seeking solace and refuge in these places of art, performance, music and theatre? Granted, tickets can be terribly expensive for the best performance seats, but there are ways of getting discounts, through special deals or subscriptions (also read: commitment). Art museums and galleries offer us plenty for free, just plan your trip accordingly, and make the most of your time. Relax, absorb, think, unwind. It can be even better than a spa.
Maybe I’m far too idealistic about this, but the arts and humanities can be likened to a Greek chorus in our own unending drama; sometimes they take the center stage, sometimes they offer whispered asides, or give sharp perspective as tragedy or comedy unfolds. As long as we pay attention, and in the full spirit of a fruitful relationship, are engaged. Like love, there’s plenty of pleasure to be had, in the traces of the deftly-handled paintbrush that creates a face to last hundreds of years, and the singular fragile moment of music sustained in the air, the result of years of practice and refinement. There is solace and there is meaning.
Love and money are strange bedfellows, and always have been. Art is the unruly progeny of this union, and we need all three. They say don’t go to bed angry, and don’t kick love out of bed when money has issues.
~ KM Murrell















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