Notebook drawings about Art Burshy, an artist struggling with his challenges and dark sides on his way to become successful in art and business, whatever that might be...
Saturday, 30 March 2013
a proper youth trauma
Art Burshy is an open-minded man, and he is happy when he sees his children speak their mind.
But he is now getting a bit tired of his son, complaining that Art has always been such a bad father.
That this has created difficulties for the son to normally behave with others, as his father is such a freaky, socially corrupted, extremely vulgar, cynical loner.
And Art does understand somehow; he himself still frequently speaks about how his childhood has shaped his existence. His role in the family, the role models that his father and mother gave him, and how he dealt with difficult situations, under pressure.
He still observes that the way he acts and reacts in case of issues is linked to the odd way he felt and behaved as a child.
There are some moments he really remembers:
- how he would fight with his brother, who was much stronger than himself, and how he then took revenge, making a crazy caricature-cartoon of his brother... and then his brother just found the drawing very funny, corrupting the revenge
- how he developed his humour to deal with tricky situations and tension between his parents, being the clown
And many things more that make Art have flashbacks combined with emotions.
But whenever he talked about his experiences with his parents at a later age he discovered that the events that he thought were very big, heavy, emotional and burdensome...his parents even did not remember...
He wondered how that was possible...and his son now mentioning this sh*t to Art brings back all these tiring memories.
Art read some books on raising children, and it is amazing that after so many years that humans are walking on this planet, and so many times they have raised their children, that still ideas of raising kids vary soooo much...
and it is very funny, but by the time his kids are getting almost adult he feels he starts to understand.
About how the purpose of raising kids is not to have them sit nicely at a restaurant table, like some book about French kids states...bullsh*t.
Or too religious ideas about guilt, sin and keeping your kids away from evil...hell no, they need to learn to make their own mistakes...
He feels more that raising kids is about respecting them, being there to help them become adults that can live a meaningful and happy life, learning to make their own choices...
And actually that is quite difficult, and there is no secret recipe for raising happy kids, and anyone telling you it is simple just doesn't grasp the depth of the challenge.
At the same time Art has observed that all the negative experiences from his youth have also been important in driving himself as an artist, pushing himself, finding direction, making him dive deeper for inspiration... and actually he feels he would not be at the same place, with the same insights without these things having happened. He even sometimes pities people that grew up in a 'happy' family...my God that must have been boring...and these people must live mediocre lives.
It seems that many famous people and successful business people had a terrible youth, so this could mean:
a) you need to be somehow traumatised to truly be driven to reach success, or
b) it is much more interesting when you are famous to talk about a terrible youth, then to say it was all so jolly happy, or even
c) famous people are just a random statistical group, implying that almost everyone ends up having traumas about their youth, like we always take the worst experiences as a sort of reference and emphasising how special it has been that we have reached our success...
So, Art wonders whether he should tell his son all these thoughts and reflections, but his son will definitely not want to listen anyway...
So, Art decides to tell his son that - if he wants to be famous - it is actually quite good to have a proper youth trauma...
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