in heritage buildings, crafted by, performed by, written by, in museums, in galleries, at the hair salon, sung by. So this Artsy stuff, what is it all about?
I would say, from the above short list that art is found everywhere. Art is life! Where somehow it is reflected by the many artists who create it. Artists are a pool of people who are individuals with a whole bunch of character! Artists are bread on reason, hope, thoughtfulness and vision. Then it is contemplated while in creation. A hope for beauty in today and tomorrow, mirrored by the past. Giving the artist and our society a glimpse of what a beautiful world that we can create. For a long time, it gave me personally a reason to live. It is seen as a reflection or image, a portrayal, of a thought or an idea.
Then somehow, with these traits of character as an artist, they begin to recognise themselves and
others and the world that is then truly blessed all around. With a mistaken brush stroke. a piece of broken stained glass, a step to the right instead of left, art then takes form and the mistake -looks better actually! A mistaken cross stitch that looks actually kinda cute and coolish. Only to the artist,
these imperfections are gruelly seen. The heart is open, ready to engage; maybe-hopefully? The courage, this courage is braved forward, and forward and forward again to a point where the artist has no hesitation but forward motion, in a collective pool form. Where somehow with this fierce artists
soul, one artist meets another artist and another and another. This is where culture is born, and without these souls, this collection of thoughtful individuals, who believe enough to care, creates a culture where once it could not be seen. One thing I know for sure about art, as somehow favourably, I am no expert. Artists, love and care and even nurture each other, with every step, every brush stroke, every colour and with any and all mediums. I would believe to say more than any other part of society out there, there should always be art.
soul, one artist meets another artist and another and another. This is where culture is born, and without these souls, this collection of thoughtful individuals, who believe enough to care, creates a culture where once it could not be seen. One thing I know for sure about art, as somehow favourably, I am no expert. Artists, love and care and even nurture each other, with every step, every brush stroke, every colour and with any and all mediums. I would believe to say more than any other part of society out there, there should always be art.
"The journey is followed by the artists who create if nothing else but beauty, wonder and intrigue. With a mindful motion, at times hand in hand, at other times, side by side, even others only to be seen, merely -though felt no differently". Tamara Thompson
How could one be born without the other, how could one get along without the other? Where gossip is truly futile in its attempts to mock, where there is really no valid competition as it is not a category that artists relish in. Artists love to be amongst beauty, the stirring soul of the artist is ignited through
beauty, call it nature. Art and the artists are a brave bunch, seeing themselves in that beauty, takes years of skilful practice in many forms and possible attempts. That with which, is created becomes -more so, felt most times. thought about immeasurably; an intrigue then perplexes many.
beauty, call it nature. Art and the artists are a brave bunch, seeing themselves in that beauty, takes years of skilful practice in many forms and possible attempts. That with which, is created becomes -more so, felt most times. thought about immeasurably; an intrigue then perplexes many.
With so much of a gregarious nature, the artist is found and the artists live each day presenting to the world a unique part of existence, reputable from within. To say, or believe that artists ride against each other is brash in any form. I will say that in the trueness of art, there is no battle, not for attention or glory, there is no such reason to be that. The artist creates magnificently from the core having a great desire to express. The only message forth then is of thoughtfulness. As such the bonds grow in the closeness of art and culture. The growing artists are supported, by each other- time after time, piece after piece, year after year and step after step. It is then most times, rocketed forward into the far and fine future.
For me just a lowly writer, art is built on the thoughtful nature of practice, preparing, building, creating, clapping, standing, honouring, handshaking, trembling, bowing, quivering, laughing,
knowing, loving and teaming, starting, beginning again, though not stopping. Confused with what art is as a collective? "It is seen in a community, which then can be built for the better, if by art and artists alone". -Tamara Thompson. With that, art is not and sometimes never perfect, there are no fierce judgments by the artist to the artist, the artist does not gain by having compelling gossip within or shared in between, with art, there is no unfair play, the artist holds many and a lot of truths, with the honesty of the presentation, art is seen; first it is born.
knowing, loving and teaming, starting, beginning again, though not stopping. Confused with what art is as a collective? "It is seen in a community, which then can be built for the better, if by art and artists alone". -Tamara Thompson. With that, art is not and sometimes never perfect, there are no fierce judgments by the artist to the artist, the artist does not gain by having compelling gossip within or shared in between, with art, there is no unfair play, the artist holds many and a lot of truths, with the honesty of the presentation, art is seen; first it is born.
To think anything less of an artist or their medium that is always creative is not much of a hot topic... To have taste in any art form is then, the reality of any individual, and the only question is "DOES THIS SUIT YOUR TASTE"? Knowing that a community can be built high if only by the esteemed artist.
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