Art.
Something that has been created and inspires some form of opinion?
I do not know.
Even as a "department" art is undefinable and just plain confusing. Yet, people live their whole lives in it.
And very few of them do it for fame or riches. There is an element of certainty in most of the arts and yet, nothing is rigid.
Art flows.
I have always complained and moaned about the human race and all the wrongs it has and continues to do. Here's something that i'm proud about. We create and appreciate what has been created. It's something that we (I like using "we" here) continue to do. Something amazing, for a change. While most of us, most of the time live inside the lines drawn by "them", there are times - sparkling moments - in which all those lines disappear. We are drawn, inexplicably, to something.
From a van gogh painting to a gore film from a cup of coffee to a simple doodle to an eagle's flight - it can be anything that can create a wave of unbelievable amazement - even if for a moment or two.
That surge of beauty with us someone (i think it was Tarkovsky) deemed as TRUTH.
The truth that pulls the artist towards creating and that which pulls a person to the art.
That thought in itself - as in, regardless of whether its been verified - is one that clears the clouded mundaneness of being.
We are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, my william says. Maybe creating and appreciating - nay, being blown away by art is a way of seeing what joins us.
I am aware that it sounds a little cuckoo when i say we are all like threads in a giant carpet (which by the way is a scientifically proven fact, im told) but once you see, feel something or even someone (like My William) that makes those neat little lines fade away into the real glory-soil of life, it feels like a gorgeous revelation.
Something that comes by very rarely in our world of broken souls.
Art can do that - it can remind us that even if we may seem apart and different, there is something intangible that makes us whole.
That - and here i use words of the guy whose face i wear on a t-shirt because that's how much i love him -
I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together...
