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.