“Where can I see your work, your art?”
This question, innocently asked by an interested person while standing together in G’s atelier, sent me into introspect:
I have nothing to show him.
There is no place I could take him.
There is no permanent display or collection he can experience as my body of work.
I can show him wonders in his imagination.
I can take him around this world and through other world in minutes.
I can tell him any kind of story he might desire, and stories he can’t imagine exist.
But I knew that’s not what he was asking for. He wanted a place to visit and experience for himself without someone in the middle.
“Storytellers don’t have an atelier. In this world, it seems a problem and considering some facets of making it as an artist – it is. But think about it this way – it takes three to storytelling. May I?”
That got him curious enough and smiling. He pulled a chair and there was storytelling.