...The fear I’m talking about here has more to do with young artists and non-artists. More accurately, this fear is the thing that stops 90% of the population from becoming ANY kind of artist, even a hobbyist. And this fear grows in a particular kind of manure: The premise of talent.
The concept of talent is dangerous. It creates a barrier between us, and we use it like an axe to sever people from their universal desire to express themselves.
The word Talent comes from the Ancient Greek. It was originally a unit of measurement for precious metals. To be specific, it was roughly the weight of water in a full amphora. And a talent of silver in Greece could pay for 9 years of skilled labor.
The word starts to become linked with something more ethereal in the Bible, when Jesus tells The Parable of the Talents: The story of a master leaving his home to travel and upon his leaving decides to make three slaves into stewards in his absence. One servant receives five talents, the second servant receives two talents, and the third servant receives one talent and he asks them all to care for them while he’s gone.
Upon his return he asks them what has become of their talents. Two of the servants report that they invested their talents and doubled their return, but the third admitted that he buried his talent, thinking it would be smarter to keep it safe. And he was punished:
“Therefore take the talent from him and give it to the one who has ten. For the one who has will be given more, and he will have more than enough. But the one who does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. And throw that worthless slave into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’"
The fear of investing his talent and disappointing his master made the third slave hold tighter to the little he had. He might have envied the success of the other two slaves, thinking he didn't have the skill to be like them, or the luck, or maybe the gift from his master of five talents instead of just one.
That’s where this separation between us grows. And maybe some of the supposedly talented people feel guilty. They are now set out as different. Luckier than the rest. Chosen without having a choice.
Maybe that darkness, the weeping and gnashing of teeth that the poor third slave was tossed into for the crime of playing it safe, is exactly what many of us are trying to describe in our work. The tortured artist needs the talentless, and the world sure loves their tortured artists.