The Joy of Collaboration

LoonsTherefore, success is about being original and being collaborative. Success is about connecting with others and finding your team. Even the most original thinkers have backing and support for their visions and ideas. Originality without collaboration is mere abstraction and has little value. – Robert Holden, PhD

I find the above quote especially relevant in the world of fine art, illustration writing and graphic art. For that matter, any pursuit of consequence, where more than you alone are going to enjoy the finished product qualifies.  Artists collaborate with the people who read, view and otherwise enjoy their works. Collaboration also takes place before and during the development process. Artists bounce ideas, show prototypes and rough sketches or models, share sentences or chapters of their writing and other sharing efforts to focus the pieces so they can become what are necessary to create the best possible joy from the completed gift.

I know my first collaborator is my talented wife. She is honest in her assessments and critique and helps me to do my best.

Something in the creativity genes of humans keep driving them relentlessly forward to create things of beauty, pleasure and relevance for others to enjoy. If this was not true, would a composer spend his time and energy to create works as beautiful, as say, Mozart symphonies?

If Mozart or Beethoven or Tchaikovsky wrote only for themselves, what would that music have sounded like?  Would Tchaikovsky’s Symphony No. 6 be possible without the many musicians that it takes to complete the orchestration? Vincent Van Gogh painted what he thought would bring joy to a world where he seemed to find none. He put color to work in ways that still amaze me. He inspired Don McLean to write one of the most beautiful songs of the ‘70’s, Vincent (Stary, Stary Nights), that is a gift to the listener.

Bring on collaboration.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

–The closing stanza from the song “Vincent” by Don McLean