The first painting I ever bought was of a vase of calla lilies… the albo maculate variety. Sound cliché? Precisely the reason I felt so compelled. It was by an obscure Vietnamese artist, acquired from an artist collective in Hanoi, where the backdrop is drenched with local art. While I usually abhor the stereotypical, particularly a subject which could very well be on my mother’s walls, this piece somehow transcends it all… even the funeral associations. I look at it and rationally decide I don’t like it, but it evokes an emotion in me… which I’ve never been able to ignore.
I come across it time and time again. It’s what people talk about it. What compels us emotionally defies all logic… or rationality.
I was recently discussing the challenges within the music industry with a musician friend of mine. He says there’s no guarantee of success if a label gives a record deal anymore. The formulaic approach in distribution, creative expression or marketing isn’t as effective as it used to be.
Not so long ago, Wired Magazine published an article outlining a range of models for music distribution for the immediate era. It crosses the spectrum of giving control to the distributor on one end, to the musician on the other. While the article really does illustrate there’s no one model for everyone, there is room for everyone. What is missing for me is the acknowledgment that none of these models provide any guarantees. It still rests on an ability to resonate with the audience.
If creative expression resonates, it builds an audience virally on its own.