true science investigates and brings to human perception such truths
and such knowledge as the people of a given
time and society consider
most important.
art transmits
these truths from the region of perception. tolstoy
i love art. and living in paris now and collecting (bon marché) laissez-passers to pomp. d’orsay and louvre allows me to visit these amazing art museums at my leisure. that is a sweet little benefit to being young and living in troy’s ‘lutetia’, ‘la ville des lumières’, paris.
i love the sheer beauty of art. observing it. valuing it. creating it.
but i also desire to entertain its depth. to a greater extent than any
wide-eyed tourist running the marathon that is the louvre, just glancing at everything
to say you’ve ‘seen it in person’–some kind of bragging right to your ill-cultured
(aka poor who can’t afford to travel there) friends.
maybe its the critic or ‘deep thinker’
in me
that wants to know more. know more about the artist’s purpose for
producing
that piece. (points for a lame attempt at an alliteration). where did he live? what books
did he read? what was his relationship
with his father and mother like? did he see himself
as an artist or more so as an intellectual? was he being paid to create by some rich king or did he refuse such offers in order to
continue contently living his proletariat life?
the painting can be sheer in just its beauty and form,
but its beauty becomes
greater seen when one simply takes the time
to explore it,
beyond its framed dimension being hung on the gallery wall.
