I hear you have warned young people that choosing to study arts subjects could “hold them back for the rest of their lives.”
Just for clarity, ‘art’ is defined as: “expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, producing works to be appreciated for their beauty or emotional power.”
The Education Secretary is telling children to shut down their imaginations- well isn’t that just dandy. Apparently “those who study maths to A-level will earn 10% more over their lifetime.” Realistically, people who study maths to A-level will probably earn more like 90% more than I will in my lifetime. And you know what? I honestly could not care less.
Now don’t get me wrong, I have a full appreciation for scientific and mathematical subjects- they have an incredibly high value within society. Each day, groundbreaking medical and technological advances are made that change people’s lives. Which is brilliant. But the arts are just as important.
People escape the pressure of their working life by losing themselves in creativity on a daily basis. They allow the literary meanderings of Faulks or McEwan or E L James, to transcend the cramped isolation of the underground. They place their headphones on and have the inane murmurings of Taylor Swift blare away their troubles. Millions upon millions of people escape in to the world of Westeros or Litchfield prison; they immerse themselves in stories of meth producers or singing high school kids, or even simply six chums, relaxing in their local coffeehouse. They see pieces of art and design, which are at the foundation of our cultural identity and make them feel something. The most famous Briton isn’t a mathematician or a scientist; sorry to burst that bubble, but the poor sod just wrote a few plays and some poems. Thankfully you weren’t around back then to try and stick a pin in his creative balloon.
And you’re not sticking one in mine, either.
So I have cobbled together the words of those who made the decision to pursue a passion that would “hold them back for the rest of their lives”, to present my point far more aptly than I can:
It is a truth universally acknowledged that
nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.
We are told that one must be careful of books, and what’s inside them, for words have the power to change us.
History is a nightmare from which we are trying to awake.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
But I remember one thing: it wasn’t me that started acting deaf; it was people that first started acting like I was too dumb to hear or see or say anything at all.
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.
Nicky, my dear,
You cast a shadow on something wherever you stand, so choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
We will not be led into the heart of an immense darkness;
Afterall, we are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams.
The curves of our lips rewrite history.
We owe it to the young people of the future. Young people like
Matilda, whose strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.
They are not alone. You will not suppress the imaginations of future generations of Matildas and Harrys everywhere, because you view arts and humanities as ‘soft subjects’. So here I am setting up an artistic version of Dumbledore’s Army (couldn’t help myself), to ensure that the fire of creativity will continue to burn long in the imaginations of our young people and not be snuffed out by these dementorish measures.
I’m an actor, pursuing my creative ambition. So no, I am not going to go out and get a ‘real job’. I already have one.
Written by Liam Steward-George.
Actor, writer, bold pant wearer.
I woke up on Saturday, hangover-free. I know right.
So, feeling uncharacteristically fresh, I took a trip to The Saatchi in Sloane Square to make the most of the day. Situated right next to Duke of York Square (which has a great food market on at the moment), the gallery is set against a backdrop of hard-to-find greenery and old houses worth an absolute fortune. Inside is a completely different story. You’ll find Modern Art that is fresh, frequently a little bit naughty and you’ll end up spending hours in there despite its humble stature.
With no entrance fee, it’s worth checking out if you’re stuck for something to do on a rainy day in London.
Aside from The Met in New York, it’s my favourite gallery. I hope you like the shots from their most recent exhibitions.