i have always enjoyed art. in the literal sense.
i love it when it color and paint and design, mingle with prose (another powerful art to me).
i am inspired by the mind of an artist; i like the way he thinks. it magnetizes me and totally intrigues me, because it’s deep and significant and different.
i love all museums, antique shops, flea markets, and art galleries. i think everything i see relates with this fascination i have with time; it’s cool for me to see things that used to exist in a different era that are now atrifacts, relics, heirlooms. i especially like to consider the people those things used to belong to. when i am at an antique shop i make up stories in my head for the pieces i see and who used to own them. i am interested in how they ended up as something i admire in a locked case or a store window, but before that had a purpose unique to their creation.
since i spent a saturday with helen and glenn i have been considering art and all it’s levels and genres.
so much of life can be considered art. there is the obvious form with canvas and paint (even in itself there are different mediums of creation), but it spreads into so many arenas: music, sculpture, literature, food, construction, glass, film, photo…the list is interminable.
art, and all its genres, is the expression of feelings.
it’s cool to me to consider that art isn’t always the literal meaning we think of.
i think some people make relationships an art…
helen and glenn do at least:
i felt so overpowered by helen and glenn’s art. it was so full of feeling, stronger than beetoven’s 5th, shakespeare’s 34th sonnet, and klimt’s, the kiss.
it was moving and inspiring.
it was the sound of laughter; the taste of summer; the look of resplendent romance.
i couldn’t take my eyes off them. i wanted to hear the song they were writing play again and again. the picture they paint is bright and colorful, yet soft and sincere. the have made their relationship a breathing art form:
tolstoy, an artist of words, shares the sentiment i am trying to convey, “in order correctly to define art, it is necessary, first of all, to cease to consider it as a means to pleasure and to consider it as one of the conditions of human life…. every work of art causes the receiver to enter into a certain kind of relationship both with him who produced, or is producing, the art, and with all those who, simultaneously, previously, or subsequently, receive the same artistic impression.”
if art is a condition of human life and love (the relationship between two people) is imperative to the human experience,then reltionships, especially those based on love and respect, can certainly be considered art.
helen and glenn, you have proved my (and tolstoy’s) point: relationships too, are forms of art.
yours is especially artistic, prepossessing, and bewitching:
helen and glenn, tolstoy also said, “…a man expresses his feeling of admiration, devotion, fear, respect, or love to certain objects, persons, or phenomena, and others are infected by the same feelings of admiration, devotion, fear, respect, or love to the same objects, persons, and phenomena…and it is upon this capacity of man to receive another man’s expression of feeling and experience those feelings himself, that the activity of art is based.” everyone who knows, meets, or simply observes you is going to be infused with your art. and it is beautiful, and noteworthy, galvanizing, and remarkable. it evokes raw emotion because what you are giving to the world by being together, by sharing your relationship is the dennotation of art itself: the expression of feeling. and the main feelings you offer through your art: attachment, endearment, passion, loyalty, and love, in it’s truest medium.
may you always know you inspire me. may you know i look at you and see art.
ps i can’t wait to see your art on june 26th!!
pps do you think rattlesnake hotdogs could be considered art in the culinary arena? 😉 just curious…