Art is a mirror reflecting the depths of the human experience, a language that transcends the boundaries of words. It possesses the remarkable ability to convey emotions, provoke self-discovery, and connect us to the concealed facets of our souls. In its diverse forms and complex mediums, art becomes the vessel through which we unearth the unfathomable, expressing the inexpressible
Art portrays what words can’t convey that which touches our depths, taking us
on a journey of self-discovery, and attaches us to the parts we lost touch with or
hindered its progress in its complex elements and variant mediums and tools. Art, when perfected, makes the artwork fluid in its message and inspiration, art for me
was always a way to express what I can’t understand and contemplate using
colors and imagination or taking inspiration to manifest beauty on canvas or
wisdom in colors or greatness in-depth, it’s versatile and I could say infinite
yet you wouldn’t want to express everything that is but everything that touches
your soul and has resonance in your
storyline or where you stand right now, it’s all connected like an invisible
web you can’t see knocking you on your seat to stand in front of a painting or
a piece of music sensing how it’s moving something in you and a question starts
whirling a round your mind until it finally rises up saying what do you feel
now? You come up with an answer connecting yourself with the work of art and
witness how it moves your heart, what emotions were you feeling?
What strings
have been stroked playing a rhythm inside of your heart?
Leaving you
an intricate play of thoughts flowing with emotions like the strokes on the
strings swaying with that rhythm until you dissolve and become one with it dancing
yet you are the only one hearing the music because it’s yours and only you have
all the elements of its composure.
Art is a
universal language that everyone speaks because its emotions are pictured in many
different ways to tell you a story and take you apart with it because art
isn’t selfish nor private but a collective experience of each unique story that
draws itself upon it.
Words my
words
What can’t
you tell me about?
The
mysteries that are hidden inside
The dreams
that never lie
The stories
that happened over lifetimes
The pain
that hid inside
The dark
side that hasn’t seen the sunlight
The traumas
of the past
The trapped
emotions that bubbled up
I can’t tell
you what I can’t see, Said the words.
I can only
lead you its way, the way where it’s waiting for you to see….
Art is us
and we love what is ours and looks like us, it’s just how we are and we can
appreciate what doesn’t look like us and love it the same or more, for love is infinite
in its giving while we are the lock for that stream and so is art, we hinder ourselves
from becoming what we are essentially when we go back to square one; beauty,
joy, fun, curiosity, and adventure, that’s our square one before everything …
Art is our
way home, our healing path and remedy for the wounded soul, the alchemize of pain
into beauty and resolve, Will you take the journey to our home with me?
Whether you
are an artist or you love art, the journey home takes us all, you might ask how
it would do that…
Each one has
his own unique way home and art is the emblem of change and light to that way. Art will open that door and welcome you on the road and the next door reaching depths
of yourself that you didn’t dream about existing.
Contemplating
a good piece of music and the emotions it evokes will awake your senses and
adapt your taste to its match, The same goes for a good painting or a good novel…
the difference lies in the effect and areas of effect; For instance, a novel
would help us read through different perspectives and influence our imagination
to predict and analyze the characters at play adding something to your
character while a piece of music will evoke senses and thoughts inside your mind
and change your mood and maybe even your thinking at once and paintings would
amuse your eyes and spark your imagination to create a story line with colors
giving live emotions permitting life to move through you.
As Dostoevsky
once said:
“Beauty will
save the world” These words came from someone who suffered his whole life and
faced many difficulties and to say this in his old age seemed ridiculous but if we think about it, that’s the way we
always progressed and moved forward that is to escape the ugliness of wars,
famines, and crimes… it may sound like utopia and it maybe is yet we always
dreamt about it in the form of a question we asked at one point, What if
everyone was good? What if the world is good? Can the world be good? All these
questions are aiming us toward the thing we longed for our entire life … That
is our true selves, the square one, whatever you want to call it but for me, I
would like to name it as Nature.
I will leave with a random beautiful photo of a peacock to remind you that beauty exists and that we sometimes overlook it or underlook it, whatever might be the case, I want to remind you that is beauty and the best service we can do to each other is to remind each other on who we truly are so we can make the life we deserve.