Art Imitates Sadness–A Feature Article

The tragic affairs of the “tortured artist” are not, and never will be, foreign to us. We are, on the contrary, well acquainted with the Greats—the notorious tortured artists of this world—that have weathered the sufferings—callous and unforgiving—of sadness; Van Gogh’s mutilation immortalized through his self-portrait, depicting the very spot where knife met flesh—gauze covers the right side of his head, where his ear once resided; Sylvia Plath’s suicide, in which she thrusts her head into the oven, her children sleeping nearby as the carbon monoxide steals away her last strands of breath; Robin Williams, beloved actor and comedian, whose death devastated the world.

These individuals, of course, only contribute to a fraction of what appears to be an eternalized list. Beethoven, Edgar Allan Poe, Ernest Hemingway, Frida Kahlo, Anne Sexton, Kurt Cobain, Amy Winehouse–they were all tortured artists. Some took their own lives. Some passed away due to physical illnesses. But there is no denying that each of these men and women died in the company of their own sadness.

Sadness, indeed, seems to be a commonality among creative thinkers; while depression is not prone to infect the minds of creatives alone, it is far more prevalent among creatives than it is in the “average” person. A report published in The Guardian (2014) states, “painters, musicians, and dancers were, on average, 25 % more likely to carry the gene variants [for depression] than professions scientists deemed as being less creative.” This statistic represents a group of people that,  according to psychologists, have an increased tendency to ruminate, in comparison to non-creatives.

To conventional dictionary definitions, ruminating, to put it simply, refers to contemplation, typically to an extent of great depth. But from a psychological standpoint, ruminating holds a negative connotation since it describes an obsessive act in which an individual repetitively reflects on distressing thoughts or situations.  Depressive rumination, in particular, concerns one’s feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness and is usually spurred on by memory; that is, when a person is feeling depressed about something that is occurring in their present lives, memory causes them to recall other instances in which they also felt depressed. This proves especially troublesome for creatives–painters, poets, musicians, etc–who “connect the small details of everything [they] experience, the good and the bad” as is reiterated by Tanner Christensen in “The Link Between Creativity and Depression.”

Being a poet myself, I find Christensen’s description of a creative’s rumination process to be both warranted and accurate. While an artist’s work may be inspired by a grand miscellany of factors, it is often the desire for catharsis that prompts an artist to create in the first place. Because catharsis is a form of release that is used to remedy some unfavourable emotion, it is an alleviation that is almost always exclusive to pain; there is obviously no need for one to purge themselves of happiness because happiness does not have any distinct, negative impacts on emotional health.

However, while catharsis might provide relief, it is the process through which a creative seeks to attain this relief, that their sorrows become more prominent. This is because, to create art that is cathartic, one must first reflect on the sadness that has inflicted them. But, similar to a domino effect, what might start out as a mere reflection may eventually manifest itself in the form of rumination, in which a person might obsessively deliberate the hardships that have burdened them, thus deepening any feelings of depression.

But surely catharsis—despite the fact that it is an instigator of the rumination process—is capable of relieving any depressive thoughts, right?

Well, not exactly.

Another issue that is common among creatives is one’s incapability to formulate solutions to their problems. This definitely explains the rumination of creatives; it is not necessary to obsess over a problem that has been solved–a problem that no longer exists. Ironically enough, creatives are also incredibly imaginative, so you’d think that this imagination could be utilized to come up with new, efficient ways to approach an obstacle. Instead, and on the contrary, however, it is imagination that enables a creative to catastrophize, which, in turn, causes them to view their tribulations as being permanent and seemingly insurmountable.

Moreover, imagination is a catalyst for idealism, something that may appear to be innately good, but, in actuality, puts creatives at risk; that is to say, idealism is capable of antagonizing a creative by immersing them within an illusion, one that represents, perhaps the lifestyle a creative wants  but does not have—something they may never be able to achieve in the first place. Eventually, the inevitable shattering of the illusion proves itself to be all the more devastating as a creative is forced to come to terms with the true nature of their reality. As a result, a creative is more likely to become dissatisfied with their life.  Thus, while catharsis might be able to temporarily reduce emotional tension, it is, by no means, something that can sustain one’s happiness.

Additionally, artists are known for the precarious lives they lead—they are typically known for living on the edge. The continuous recklessness associated with living on the edge too acts as an inhibition to the establishment of a healthy state of mind; artists, in an attempt to rid themselves of their sadness, are more likely to take risks, which usually lead to consequences, and, therefore feelings of regret on the artist’s part. For instance, many creatives—and anyone who suffers from chronic depression, for that matter— self-medicate in order to ease daily anxieties. Alcohol, as well any non-stimulant drug, are often the means through which an individual might self-medicate, as these substances have a calming effect on the nerves. Of course, something that may be overlooked by a user is the fact that each substance is a depressant, and that both alcohol and drugs can be detrimental to their physical health if they are used on a consistent basis. For example, substance abuse can lead to liver damage and failure. Under such circumstances–bodily deterioration– a creative is, without a doubt, left feeling dejected—both worthless and inadequate— as their degenerating body appears to betray them. Some, on the other hand, may, instead, overdose whether it be an intentional overdose or not. Why do you think so many creatives die young?

But, ironically enough, to some, depression is considered to be an evolutionary strength, especially by supporters of Darwin’s “only the strongest will survive”; Darwinists believe that depression encourages us to become better–stronger– psychologically because we desire to rise above the pain it causes. While I do not necessarily agree with this—I personally do not think depression propagates our chances of survival, as the number of people who have taken their lives due to their inability to cope with their depression is, in itself, unfathomable–and while I certainly do not view a depressed individual as being weak or incapable, I can appreciate the “moving on” mentality of “only the strongest will survive.”

And, by “moving on” I don’t mean spontaneously ridding ourselves of our depression. Because let’s be real here. That is neither realistic or possible. As someone who has struggled with depression her whole life, and as someone who is, on top of that, a creative, moving on for me means living when I so badly do not want to. This way, I can continue to do what I do best–write poetry. Because dead girls certainly cannot write poetry.

And I want to write, to create, with the purpose of honouring all of the tortured artists we have lost to depression, those who let their creativity destroy them.

I want to live on for those who could not—who chose not to— live.

Van Gogh. Sylvia Plath. Robin Williams. And all the rest.

This is for you.

~

Inspired by the same themes present in this article, I have written a poem that is also entitled “Art Imitates Sadness “   If you are willing, I’d appreciate it if you gave it a read. 😉


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My Girl

When I look at her,

I don’t see skin and bones;

I see blurred lines and grey flecks

trying to escape.

I see a girl with no idea what the terms

‘right’ and ‘wrong’ entail;

and she certainly doesn’t what to find out

anytime soon.

I see a girl with boundless ideas

swirling around her head,

wanting desperately to be seen.

They play hide-and-seek

inside her mind-

hiding in the spirts of moments

when she needs them;

and popping out during inconveniences.

She is my girl;

grey flecks and all.


In a poem, there was a line saying ‘grey flecks and blurred lines’ and it really stuck with me. I loved the idea of someone seeing a person’s inner self before they see the person’s appearance so I just went with that. I saw the grey flecks and blurred lines as a mental disorder that the girl was fighting with. I tried to show small symptoms in disorders like ADHD and depression and slight autism. I don’t want to romanticize mental disorders but instead show that they are part of people and to try to personify them. By personifying them, they seem more real and there than they usually are portrayed.

I usually try to use repetition in my pieces but found that I couldn’t do it this time. I just wanted to personify them instead as I have done in my earlier pieces like My Childhood Friend.

I want to show the more passive part of mental disorders and how they can be more of a small pain for different people.

My favorite part was:

She is my girl;

grey flecks and all.

Because I wanted to show that people with mental disorders can be loved as well.  And that the mental disorders are not a burden for the partners. It is more of a learning experience for them and that the ‘grey flecks’ can be as loved as the rest of the person.

This was a treat to write and I would love to explore this idea more in future pieces.

I need to meet the word count so I will say that one of my future goals for future pieces are to write longer poems with longer stories and plots!

 

My Golden Boy

You are a golden boy.

 

Gold twinkles in your hair.

And yet,

your eyes flow only shades of blue.

 

Each darker

and heavier

than the last.

 

Your heart no longer radiates love.

But instead,

a dim light of apathy.

 

A gold that was once warm

and bright

is now crushed beneath your feet.

 

The blue runs out of your eyes

with such force

that I fear

 

you will waste away.

I cover you with golden kisses

but, it is still not enough.

 

I cannot save you

from the emptiness that is filling you.

So, I sit back and pray.

 

Thinking about my golden boy

that I had loved so dearly

for so long.

 

And watch

as a light stream of blue

trickles out of my eyes.


I was inspired to emulate this piece from a poem that Claire B. did that can be found here.  This is based on the idea of a boy who suffers from a mental illness and how it affects others. I really wanted to play with the idea that Claire explored with gold and blue and took it my own way with blue symbolizing depression. Gold is sometimes used to symbolize love and what an object is worth so I lightly added in the idea that the golden boy is worth more than he knows and he is loved. This poem represents his suffering and even though some view him as perfect, he drowns in his own self-hate and how he portrays himself.

I love the idea of the push and pull between blue and gold and the conflict that they have. I may write more posts like this in the future with this style.

Lana Del Rey (Dusk)

I heard that you like the bad girl, honey.

Is that true?

–Lana Del Rey

~

You have often accused her of glorifying depression, and, therefore, mental illness, simply because she has described to you the sorrows that afflict her reality. Her intention was never to offend, but to express. For poetry has become the only medium through which she is able to alleviate her emotional turmoils. 

I credit your judgments to your own ignorance; I believe you to be incapable of understanding the pain she has experienced. For as long as she can remember, she has been sad. And, despite her best efforts to escape the darkness, its ruthless, seductive nature always seems to lure her away from her pursuit of peace. Happiness, to her, is a distant and foreign entity because sadness is all she has ever known, and, as a result, it is where she is the most comfortable. 

The poem you are about to read conveys an important truth: sadness is an addiction. If you are able to forgive other conventional addictions, such as those that pertain to alcoholism and drug abuse, then sadness should be no exception. For sadness is also capable of intoxicating and impairing. Thus, you mustn’t condemn a woman for the despondency she wears, somehow mistaking it for glorification. 

And, quite frankly, if you find “glamour” rooted within her melancholia, then I am afraid you are the one who has a problem, your misinterpretations alluding to a lack of sympathy and consideration on your own part. For this reason, you have no right to patronize her. You have no right to diminish her for the emotions she has uttered and for the words she has written–for the burdens that have crafted her into the tragedy that she is. 

~

You think the night

is beautiful,

with her endless

cascade of stars and

the way she wears the clouds

so seductively–

billowing wisps of froth

that adhere to her frame

like a silk negligee,

their mere existence

dependent solely upon

the curves of her body.

 

She’s the girl next door;

the one who keeps you up at night,

the woman you want to undress.

 

You admire her

for her quiet,

for her stillness.

 

You worship her,

for she is the keeper

of both dreams and wishes

 

But I am afraid

you have mistaken her mournings

for loveliness.

 

What you thought were stars

are really tears,

molten pearls of silver

whose painful scorches

have blemished the

velveteen shadows

of the night.

 

And the clouds are not truly clouds

but ringlets of cigarette smoke

that arise from her

chapped, wine-stained lips,

imposing onto the air a heavy smog that

sputters throughout the blackness.

 

Sometimes,

she will sing,

her symphonies chaperoned by

the melancholy of Ursa Minor.

 

I heard that you like

the bad girls, honey. 

Is that true?

 

The vibrato of her voice

ricochets off the

planes of the universe.

A fine performance!

they cheer

(for someone who is

so unfathomably sad).

 

The Gods

say she is a warped record,

a label that is dictated,

not by her pitch,

but by her broken heart.

 

And you will listen

to her anyway;

for she will put you

to sleep with her lullabies

whose sorrow you have

failed to acknowledge–

a sorrow you have mistaken

for beauty.

 

But, then, perhaps you

had known

of her sorrow all along.

 

Perhaps that was what

had captivated

you in the first place.

 

After all,

dark minds think alike.

~

 

Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble,
But I, I’ve got a war in my mind.

–Lana Del Rey


Lana Del Rey Summertime Sadness gif. (2015). [image] Available at: https://weheartit.com/entry/106349020 [Accessed 25 Feb. 2018].