My work ranges a long vertical spectrum from the basements of art galleries to 1st National Broadway tours. It also has a wide aesthetic spectrum from the deeply esoteric dramatizations of post-Heideggerian texts to popular farce. I light for dance, opera, theater, live music, art installations, and more. No matter what medium I am working in, in whatever aesthetic vein, for however much money, the common thread is that we are all striving to make the best work possible.
It is an amazing thing to behold really. Because when it comes right down to it, if you are not in this for the love of the art you better get out fast. The hours are terrible, the money is worse, projects are inconveniently timed, and career advancement takes a long time as you slowly watch your mentors and idols die off. And did I mention the money was bad and the hours are worse?
There’s an old joke that runs something like this:
Q: How do you make a small fortune in the theater?
A: Start out with a large fortune.
Because of these realities of time and money and love of the product, we all make sacrifices. Some of us work shitty jobs to fund our underfunded art. Others take a de facto vow of poverty. Some are blessed with independent wealth which allows them maintain some degree of creature comfort. And should you be cursed with success every relationship outside of the work is negatively impacted.
The only other group I can think of who willingly suffers in this way is the National Masochist Association. So why do we do it?
I had a mentor of mine once say “If you can think of ANYthing else to do with your life that would make you happy, do that.” Being as I couldn’t, I didn’t. And why not?
Because the magic of creation is unlike anything else I have ever done in my life. Creating a work of art, a true work of art, one that engenders more questions in me than answers, one that leaves an audience breathless, wondering, joyful, and full of tears, is an experience unlike any other. Taking a dark room, a black box, and filling it with another world that moves and changes and transforms, is the most wonderful thing I can think to do.
The only other activity I have engaged in that gave me a similar sense of satisfaction was back when I did black and white photography. Shooting the film was fun. Waiting for it to develop was nice. But watching an image, my image, appear as if by magic, through the rippling tray of chemicals, on a formerly blank white piece of paper was amazing. Tweaking the various filters and exposure times to get the image just the right balance of light and dark was awesome.
So it is with light. Watching the curtain open to reveal a new world is an astonishing thing to be a part of.
Et by Andrew Skeels
Art is not easy and it does not come cheaply. It is no wonder then that throughout human history artists have been supported by nation states, corporations, or wealthy individuals. These people, like the artist herself, do it because of their love for the work. It does not make fiscal sense to pay for a piece of canvass encrusted with pigment infused oils, or to build a theater and attempt to recreate Greek Drama through the use of sung, rather than spoken, words.
No. These people, be they the Vatican, the de Medicis, or the Guggenheims play such a significant role in the creation of art because they love it. Perhaps they love it for reasons other than the creators. Perhaps that love runs less than altruistic. But love it they do. There are far more expedient means to social and political influence than artistic patronage. Without a love of the work there is no reasonable excuse for such otherwise absurd behavior.
Even contemporary examples are, I am confident, borne out of love for the art. While the current Spider-Man musical engenders no end of schadenfreude I firmly believe its creators are there for the sole purpose of making the best work they know how to do. I know some of them personally and can not imagine them doing anything else.
It is easy to sit at some distance from a trainwreck and point fingers and claim those involved are not “true” artists. It is hard to truly accept the fact that these people have the highest artistic standards for themselves and are pushing themselves as far as they can go. I’ve been involved in some trainwrecks myself. They are very unpleasant.
Art is not easy. Art is a delicate balance. A very delicate balance. When one item is off, by even a very slight amount, it affects every other aspect of the work. Sometimes balance is regained. Sometimes not. But if you never find yourself off balance during the creation of a work of art I have a hunch you are not trying hard enough.









