We all tend to wonder sometimes, about what we’re doing here. As obsessive thoughts or what would have been idle curiosities instead make their way onto a page. The things we put out there, into the world, maybe expression is often just a byproduct.
The unfamiliar, all the unasked questions keep the mind pondering potential, or maybe a kind of horror that could be hidden underneath the subtle layers.
As expression becomes synonymous with artwork, I’m wondering how many artists express consciously or would be happy with their work being regarded simply as such.
It’s true that’s what I’m doing, but it’s not what I’m trying to do, and in the end that’s not really the point of it. The point often being to take something that is understood to be simple and complicate it. In doing so, a truth could be unveiled. We might not know but there exists a compulsion to keep on trying.
A poem, a picture, or even a mere word. It could be, or rather it is said that these are means of expression. We might not interpret them all the same. Our words so often are tied to emotions in our understanding of them.
How much do we understand each other when we communicate and maybe we miss the point more often than we’d like. The words “how” and “why” both could give you the answer you’re looking for but, for this circumstance, which is right? Will you truly know at the time?
Just maybe, but certainly not always finding the right question is the point of expression in art. It’s not always so but often enough that this feels right to put out there into the world.
Really enjoyed this article and a bit of a lesson. I think the reader interpets according to their expericed and art we also weave it in our life experiences. Hopefully we bring joy to those that dont have the flair.