“It is through the creative languages that we learn who we are, where light shines upon the path of forward discovery and beauty shows itself lucent.”
The generosity of beauty and the creative mind forges new ways of thinking and experiencing life as we know it, cracking open the shell of who we’ve become. It is through the creative languages that we learn who we are, where light shines upon the path of forward discovery and beauty shows itself lucent. Through the creative languages we tell our stories, building bridges through the shadowy unknown.
“To live with art is to know the truest self, finding refuge in the mirror created.”
Beauty pulls us from the hole of ego, showing us the vastness of life and our place within. Life affirming as it is salve, beauty echoes the mysteries of the intuitive self where logic has its limits. By mere proxy one discovers the inspiration of beauty by way of nature and the creative languages. To live with art is to know the truest self, finding refuge in the mirror created. Beauty, be it words or what the eye sees and the hand holds, goes beyond entertainment, it is the foundation of the structure of the self, as bone, blood and memory.
“It can be truly said that a painting becomes our own once devoured, passing through body and mind as satiated consumption: sugar rush or coma.”
When one views a painting, what is seen is more than the image itself, we see the evidence of the maker, the brush strokes, decision making and preferences from their history of living. What is seen is the maker’s story and therefore our own, we see the seer and the depths of seeing: mind and emotion. Viewing a painting can be seen as reading ones own memoir, or a story that pulls us in and holds our attention, grazing the edges of the self. It can be truly said that a painting becomes our own once devoured, passing through body and mind as satiated consumption: sugar rush or coma.
“It is through the creative languages our maps are drawn, guide posts set, beacons ablaze.”
The history of the creative languages is our history, our present and the future, the telling of our hopes, dystopic narratives, desires and hatches of escape. The creative languages pull at the scab, then gives it a kiss to sooth the sting of living life. The beauty of the creative languages is their chameleon dexterities, showing many sides to the collective individual that sometimes knows not what it needs. It is through the creative languages our maps are drawn, guide posts set, beacons ablaze.