Funny thing about art, for any of you who have wandered through a gallery, sat and stared up at the wall with some piece of canvas and paint staring back at you, and simply gotten lost, is that it does not require understanding to bring forth appreciation, to give rise to awe. We forget this, forget that understanding or being an expert in something is never a requirement to admire and love the beauty behind it. We forget that people are this way, too, that those who wander into our lives, stare at the paint and canvas we call a life and get lost in it, don’t have to understand us to find us the same. We don’t have to fully understand them to see the beauty that shines through all they say, they do, the way they live. What a fundamental shift it can be, finally realizing this, finally putting down the treadmill-like pursuit of total understanding for the people we spend a life with, the acceptance and appreciation despite that lack.
Stare At You Like Art | 1.27.21
Stare At You Like Art | 1.27.21
Stare At You Like Art | 1.27.21
Funny thing about art, for any of you who have wandered through a gallery, sat and stared up at the wall with some piece of canvas and paint staring back at you, and simply gotten lost, is that it does not require understanding to bring forth appreciation, to give rise to awe. We forget this, forget that understanding or being an expert in something is never a requirement to admire and love the beauty behind it. We forget that people are this way, too, that those who wander into our lives, stare at the paint and canvas we call a life and get lost in it, don’t have to understand us to find us the same. We don’t have to fully understand them to see the beauty that shines through all they say, they do, the way they live. What a fundamental shift it can be, finally realizing this, finally putting down the treadmill-like pursuit of total understanding for the people we spend a life with, the acceptance and appreciation despite that lack.