A reoccurring theme has seemingly taken a course in the realm of my reality. I recently started working part-time at Louis Vuitton located in Americana, in the midst of the luxury brand’s transformational, fashion-forward Spring 2019 Cruise Collection. In my time working here, I’ve come to realize the extent to which art is replicated, reflected, and remembered in the luxury fashion industry. Louis Vuitton’s emblematic brand image consciously pays homage to their heritage by preserving Louis Vuitton’s authentic and original ideas while simultaneously conceptualizing revolutionary styles to uphold the modern perception of the brand.
At the mere age of 13, Louis Vuitton embarked on a journey to Paris by foot. It would take him two years to finally reach his destination. This journey speaks volumes on the notion of daring to take risks.
Louis Vuitton’s voyage has compelled me to defy the conventional restraints of my reality through such risks. Yet unlike my prior choices, these are driven by the pure nature of living a creative life. For a brief period of time, I was compelled to live in a manner that made me willing to do anything for the thrill of it all. But ironically, as keen I was on being “being alive,” the more I was taking away from my livelihood. I began to force an unnatural excitement to my life with each risk, and with each repercussion, the more destructive I became.
I compromised the thrill of original ingenuity with risks that hindered my ability to create and produce. I had no artistic output and as a result, wanted nothing more than to feel alive. I externalized this unfulfilled sentiment by looking in all the wrong places; in places and people, I most definitely should not have found solitude in. Though it allowed me to see that as an artist, there is only one way to survive. My livelihood is dependent on my will to create artwork, not just artwork for display but work that makes critics feel something. To be the mediator between their conscious emotions and their subconscious thoughts.
But in order to be a successful mediator, I must channel the inner thrill that drives this creativity. It’s not a matter of recognition or fame, but instead the constant flow of ideas. Being an artist is a point of view. It is the manner in which you perceive the world for what it is. It’s the mental landscapes that come to mind when you think of your childhood, your teenage years, and the bits in between. It is the remembrances of scents and audio clips of loved one’s voices. It is the experience of coming alive within your work.