Mother of Invention

So I'm back to blogging in the middle of the night. No, I'm not drunk. It's just the night-owl artist in me that likes to be active when everyone else is asleep. In fact. . .

There is a theory about artists. Some say that in caveman days there were two sets of people, one of which was the "hunter/gatherer" type. . .always out hunting/gathering all day to make sure there's enough food for the tribe. The other group was the guardians of the cave as the hunter/gatherers slept. This was a pretty boring job, so those who sat and watched the front of the cave would draw pictures, sing songs, and tell stories to help pass the time. According to the theory, we artists are descendants of those cave-watchers who had nothing nothing to do. Interesting idea, huh?

This brings me to a thought. If necessity is the mother of invention, why were basic forms of art discovered and applied to everyday life before math? Why is it that now math is at the top of the "academic food pyramid" of sorts while the arts are being cut from it? Historically, during recessions and economic downturns, musicians and artists have thrived.

I think since many people haven't been taught how to express themselves (even if their expression is as lame as "I want to get drunk and party") they are drawn to the people that can assist them in putting their thoughts in some tangible form so they can share it with others.

Those are my thoughts . . .do you know how to express yours?