Loving the beautiful distortions
Today is a beautiful, wonderful day. The sun is out. The sky is clear. I’ve ventured to another nearby coffee house to write today. This one also has art featured on the walls. Photographs from Walden Productions of lava flowing from a volcano in Hawaii are beside me as I type. The sweet smell of caramel and coffee mixes in the air. All is good. Jamie Cullems “All at Sea” is playing over the sound system. It fits.
How do we understand art?
Interrupting the silence of my thoughts, the question breaks into my mind. I am confronted that there is not an easy answer to this question. Art is unique. It has stories. It has thoughts. It has personality. It’s unique in it’s existence. Fulfilled in it’s place.
If I were to draw something write now from the comfort of this private little nook of the shop, It would be the distorted view of the vehicles outside the antique glass. From here, everything is distorted beautifully. And today, that seems profound for some reason.
We all have our little distortions to how we see something. Beautiful distortions, strange distortions, but distorted however we try to view it. Art is meant to be like that. Both from the artist and the viewer. We both add our own little filters pointing out the nuances to what we perceive. Ultimately it will be a combination that will be realized. A compromise between the artist and the viewer that must co-exist.
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