Art is complex. It is more than a moment. It is more than a feeling. It has the special ability to endure through the seasons. Seasons of joy, seasons of grief. Seasons of strong wind, seasons of hot sun. Stories that remind us of the struggles of the past, pictures that illustrate an emotion all too well, songs that sing a melody and take us back to that sweet summer day that felt like home.
To me, art is anything that holds meaning. It is that which captures beauty, creativity, effort, love, hate, sadness, joy. To create is to feel. It is to articulate emotions in a way that only you are capable of doing. It is the process of manipulating the world in such a way so that it can be seen differently. To create is to reflect. The act of creation requires careful effort and time. Art is thoughtful in that way. Not only does it capture meaning, but it articulates the intentionality of the creator. Art is but a small peak inside the mind, exposing some of our most simple and complex emotions. If you think you perhaps went a day without noticing any art at all then you may wish to check on your heart, for art is all around. Art is relatable. It can be shared with the world or enjoyed secretly in our room.
Oh, what a gift the preservation of art through the ages is. To be able to relate to our ancestors and their ancestors through Jane Eyre or that quilt that drapes the back of your grandmothers rocking chair. To some art may shout its meaning but to others it may only whisper. So, listen closely and look with care, do not miss an opportunity to be impacted by art.
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