Art

Art. Mankind’s greatest achievement. Cities have been built, governments created, kingdoms ruled, and worlds conquered. And yet, despite the changes man has sustained, the overthrowing, the usurpation, the destruction, art has lived on. Not just in ancient pots buried in the ground, or limbless statues excavated. No, art has lived on through man. It is our greatest gift, our most wonderful aspect, our very essence. Art has spoken through centuries, through movement, through sound, paint, sculpting, building, designing, and composition. Art is pure, unadulterated, uncontaminated thought. Art can say what we cannot, it expresses our souls, and gives us words to speak. When man feels as he never has before, mere words, the insufficient language of humans, cannot speak to others. When we are at a loss for words, when our being has been caught up in our throats, when our essence cries out to others, that is when man becomes art. When paints, and words, paper and pens, instruments and chisels, that is when they give way to the tools of our souls. Each man is different, so each expression is different. Some may speak their pain and hurt with notes and keys. Some may yell at the world with their vivid colors. Some give us deeper insight with their sculpting, and some their happiness with construction. Inside each of us are unspoken words, screaming to get out. Telling you to let them fly, let them show the world what they are. They are inside all of us, our unspoken hurt, anger, happiness, pain and fear. Our very essence wants to escape, and God has given us a venue. Art is man’s greatest achievement, and God’s wonderful gift. Art is our lives.

A Post About....hmm. Nevermind.

Have you ever tried to catch a thought? It’s hard. More fleeting than a sparrow, quicker than a fish, and all the other nature examples I could use. And the thing is, most times you don’t realize that is has passed you by. Until someone asks you something, and expects you to know the answer. Then you realize that it’s gone. Were you not paying attention? Or was there a more urgent matter that occupied that section of muscle and grey matter you call your brain? Did you forget because is was unimportant? Or you didn’t like what you heard? Or is your subconscious in cahoots with the aliens trying to take over our minds? The funny thing is, you can’t remember which excuse you used! You can’t remember if you genuinely forgot, or if a fly buzzing by seemed more interesting than what that person was saying. Don’t laugh, there are a lot of people who have paralyzed their friends before. Maybe for some, catching a thought is like flipping to a page. Oh, it may take a little bit to get there, but then bam! There you are, looking at what you’ve learned, remembering the details as you go on, and realizing that it’s all coming back to you now. Like a thug with a dirty secret in a back ally… Eh, maybe I should stick to the nature analogies. Hey, for some it’s like looking in a file cabinet. A little unorganized at times, and maybe every once in awhile you lose something. But you get it after awhile, and whip the file out like a cop, mug shot, hometown, and favorite ice cream flavor. Yes, it’s official, the analogies are getting worse. But sometimes, it’s like looking into an abyss. Not a nice one either. The kinds on scary movies with no light and the wails of the dead emanating forth. Yes, your sure that it was dumped here. Well, pretty sure, it’s just a little difficult to find. Maybe instead of trying to find it in the dark, you could just ask again. Because, you may have been a little distracted. Yeah, just ask again. Wait, you dropped it. Once more. Uh huh, got it… just to double check annnnnnndddd… yes. Ok, there ya go. Some people are only a wee upset, so you’re good. Just don’t drop it, cause you may not… now look what you’ve done! Ugh. Good luck!!