“ When you rest in quietness and your image of yourself fades, and your image of the world fades, and your ideas of others fade, what’s left? A brightness, a radiant emptiness that is simply what you are. ”
I didn’t understand the value of such things for most of my life. I looked at art like this and thought, “what’s the big deal?”
My opinion began to change when I went to the Menil collection in Houston Texas. One of the installments consisted of huge primary shapes painted various shades of black. I scoffed in my mind at the idea. The first shape was a black triangle pointing down a hall. Huge. All of a sudden, I was stuck in a black and white world with none of the intricacies I was accustomed to. I felt the art. It was the first time to feel art.
If one immerses themselves with an open mind, the art begins to do something.
Then I moved to the Art Colony in Eureka Springs. During my short time there, we spent most of our time not spent drinking and making art on talking art philosophy. A new owner had this to say: (paraphrased from days of drunken cerebral conversation)
Artists are looking for truth. When you buy a piece of art, you are buying a piece of their soul. A piece of that search for truth. It isn’t the fact that a 3 year old couldn’t have done the same thing. It’s the fact that this person has devoted themselves to the search. That is what you are paying for.
^^^This man installs air conditioning and heating units in homes. He has taken to art more from a hobby standpoint but bought the colony to be surrounded by artists.
In order to escape the Art Colony, I got a day job at a corporate import store here in town. The manager isn’t exactly what one would expect to see in the upper ranks of a corporation. Her words finalized my view:
"We don’t sell anything here people need. We are selling an experience."
That’s the key. It’s the experience you pay for. That piece of art may be simple and easy to make, but it is well known and keeps conversations flowing. It’s alive. To mock it. To stare in awe. To analyze. It keeps this piece of art alive.
I’ve been waiting for this post all my life
the disclaimer though
reblogging again because I actually read the disclaimer this time…
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
i have found the name for my genre of music
“ If your heart is beating, then you are a drum. Stay interested in your heartbeat, and you will find yourself a drummer. If you are breathing, then you are a song. Stay interested in your breathing, and you will find yourself singing. If you are alive, then you are a dance. Stay interested in your life and you can’t help but find yourself dancing. ”
Joseph Jastrab, Sacred Manhood, Sacred Earth (via cosmic-rebirth)