I had my first day of school today. We were suppossed to write a short essay for homework on a book, film, artwork etc that influenced us and the way we view the world. I went overboard and wrote a little too much, but as I did it on "Finishing the Hat" I thought I would share with you all:
Sunday in the Park with George: "Finishing the Hat"
The music and lyrics of Stephen Sondheim have always reached me. They influence me culturally, artistically and emotionally. His words, and the music that so innately carries them, are treasure troves of wisdom and human insight. Many of his shows, and songs from his shows, have influenced my way of thinking. Some have influenced my way of feeling. Some have influenced, and deepened, my appreciation for art, culture and theatre. Many of his songs have influenced me in all three ways, but perhaps none as much as "Finishing the Hat" from the musical Sunday in the Park with George.
Sunday in the Park with George deals with the sacrifices artists go through and luxuries they must concede. Act One deals with George Seurat, the real-life painter of the grand impressionist masterpiece A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, on his quest to complete his masterpiece. George is an artist much conflicted, for he finds it hard to divide his time between his work and his girlfriend, Dot. Both are dear and precious to him in many ways. Yet he seems to be drawn to the importance of his painting more so than the needs of his girlfriend. In the end, Dot leaves him. And the song he sings contemplating, "Finishing the Hat" is both simplistic and complex. It begins with his questioning her and all of those who are not artists, as he is:
Yes, she looks for me----good
Let her look for me to tell me why she left me---
As I always knew she would.
I had thought she understood.
they have never understood,
And no reason that they should.
But if anybody could... (p. 70)
George has always known that Dot's leaving him was inevitable. Yet, he does nothing to prevent it, for his painting is more important. This spoke to me in volumes, for many times in a person's life he is faced with a difficult choice to choose between two things that mean so very much to him. And once your choice between which is more important, there is no going back. And this lyric touched me both emotionally and analytically, for it made me examine the moral issue of choosing between such important aspects of one's life: love and art, or creation. Creation often makes one feel as though their life now has a purpose. Yet love makes ones life worth living.
Perhaps the thing that moved me most in that particular lyric is Sondheim's changing the pronoun when George sings, "I had thought she understood. They have never understood." It at this point that George has now labeled her. He has made from a person, "she", into a label, "they". George has clumped Dot, a non-artist into the group of people and are non-artists. This made me realize that how ever hard it may be, artists often must detach themselves emotionally from anything that is not their work. And then an artist becomes obsessed with his work, just as George does as he sings:
Finishing the hat,
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world
From a window
While you finish the hat (p. 70)
Painting has consumed George's entire life, and perhaps this is what makes him a true artist. Complete and utter devotion to his work. This particular aspect of art that Sondheim alludes to, utter loyalty to your craft, touched me emotionally. Because I want to possibly be a musical theatre composer/lyricist when I graduate from college, I found this opinion, that be to be an artist you must fully devote yourself to your work, rather hard to take. Surely one can spend adequate time with other people and not lock themselves up with their work. But perhaps it is so that the mark of a true artist is complete loyalty to your art. This realization has not made me want to be a composer any less, but it has hit me with the harsh reality of what that life is like. and George's complete devotion begins to consume him:
Studying the hat,
Entering the hat,
Reaching through the world of the hat (p. 70-71)
The particular verbs that Sondheim chooses express an artist's constant and never-ending search for perfection. The artist must always want to make his work better and better. And this must make his complete loyalty even deeper than before. But George himself feels his loyalty is not ill-spent:
But the woman who won't wait for you knows
That, however you live,
There's a part of you always standing by,
Mapping out the sky,
Finishing a hat...
Starting on a hat...
Finishing a hat...
Look, I made a hat...
Where there never was a hat... (p. 71)
There are two essential points to this set of lyrics which stuck me as both obvious cliches, yet at the same time profound and moving. First, that an artist's work is never done. He is always adding on or starting anew. This, again, requires that the majority of his life be devoted to his art. But the greatest thing that this passage answers is, was it worth it? Was all the devotion and endless hours spent on your work worth it all in the end. Worth the sacrifice? Worth the lost relationships? Worth the constant devotion? And the answer is yes, it is. For George has "made a hat where there never was a hat." He has, as true artists do, brought a little light into the world through his own personal sacrifice. and this made me realize that, I do want to be a true artist when I am older, despite the sacrifices on the way. Not many people would be willing to do that and devote their life to their art, but perhaps that is why true artists are so incredibly rare.
"One no longer loves one's insight enough once one communicates it."
The opposite of creation isn't war, it's stagnation.