Sunday, February 15, 2015


Art is immortal. Art is passion. Art is the expression of the personal connection between our spiritual and physical selves. Art is love, romance, and joy. Art is fear, despair, and pain.

Dear Einstein stated: "All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man’s life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom." I wonder if our life purpose is to find our art and express it, and if the reason so many people are discontent is because they haven't taken the time to fall goosebumps in love with a painting or a dance or a song or a book, preventing them from feeling the truth of who they are, and continue to drone through the daily grind, pretending to be happy but slowly succumbing to the loneliness that a body with a trapped spirit harbors.

I wonder if it's our artistic abilities that are our saving grace in the eyes of God. Or in our own.

1 comment:

Murees Dupé said...

Life would be un-for-filling without beauty in our lives and art is definitely part of it. Have a great week.