Every one has a different perception of it, and everyone most certainly has a different taste in it. Yea, I'm talking about art.
what art means to me is much more than random scribblings on a paper, and very much more than an simple image portrayed on a canvas.
Writing is full of things that not even our minds can imagine. It can overwhelm us with grief, make us joyful, provoke thought, and give us information. In images, it can allow us to see our own emotions, not just what the artist imagined in it. We see in art, what we want to see.
The way that we view art is not taught to us, analyzing it may be, however what you see in it, what you feel when the words flow over you like water, is not something taught in a class room, it is not taught at all. It is created through your life experiences, your beliefs, your current and past emotions, your hopes, your dreams, you. Because of this, one viewer will never see it the same as the next person.
As it is not seen the same by everyone, it is not appreciated by everyone. I myself must admit, some art does not appeal to me, however, just because you do not like something, does not mean it is not art. You may hate a piece of writing or a image to the most extreme, but, you must also realise, that piece could mean the world to someone else.
Art is, in my book, a god.
In the beginning, there was chaos, be it the frazzled mind of a writer, the envisioned idea of the sculptor, or the frenzied dreams of a painter.
From that chaos, worlds, people, and so much more was formed.
Poems drenched in emotion, forming feelings in our head, making us feel for mankind; images of different worlds, creating lands of mystery and intrigue; stories of times and places never seen, sparking ideas about our future and creating hope in life; sculptors of the past, keeping a record of our past for us to go back to and remember; pictures capturing the past, freezing a moment of time and storing it for the future.
Whether it is a powerfully thought-provoking image that moves the masses, or a poem written on scraps of paper forgotten for ages until it is found inside a rundown building, art is a universal fact . Every culture, even the cavemen, has used art, and it is a universal fact that ties us all together as human, the transfer of ideas, and the fact that we have emotions.
what art means to me is much more than random scribblings on a paper, and very much more than an simple image portrayed on a canvas.
Writing is full of things that not even our minds can imagine. It can overwhelm us with grief, make us joyful, provoke thought, and give us information. In images, it can allow us to see our own emotions, not just what the artist imagined in it. We see in art, what we want to see.
The way that we view art is not taught to us, analyzing it may be, however what you see in it, what you feel when the words flow over you like water, is not something taught in a class room, it is not taught at all. It is created through your life experiences, your beliefs, your current and past emotions, your hopes, your dreams, you. Because of this, one viewer will never see it the same as the next person.
As it is not seen the same by everyone, it is not appreciated by everyone. I myself must admit, some art does not appeal to me, however, just because you do not like something, does not mean it is not art. You may hate a piece of writing or a image to the most extreme, but, you must also realise, that piece could mean the world to someone else.
Art is, in my book, a god.
In the beginning, there was chaos, be it the frazzled mind of a writer, the envisioned idea of the sculptor, or the frenzied dreams of a painter.
From that chaos, worlds, people, and so much more was formed.
Poems drenched in emotion, forming feelings in our head, making us feel for mankind; images of different worlds, creating lands of mystery and intrigue; stories of times and places never seen, sparking ideas about our future and creating hope in life; sculptors of the past, keeping a record of our past for us to go back to and remember; pictures capturing the past, freezing a moment of time and storing it for the future.
Whether it is a powerfully thought-provoking image that moves the masses, or a poem written on scraps of paper forgotten for ages until it is found inside a rundown building, art is a universal fact . Every culture, even the cavemen, has used art, and it is a universal fact that ties us all together as human, the transfer of ideas, and the fact that we have emotions.
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