For me, art For me, art is essentially beautiful. But what is beauty and what I like does not necessarily please my neighbor.
Yet the beautiful remains important for me because it reveals what the person is extracted from the depths of his being, or is the unveiling of his soul, a fine may be sad, scathing, sharp, bright, dazzling brief ... human feelings or human-truths, without artifice, a strip which is about a state of being at one time. A refund of the authentic. A desire for expression if the rendering does not represent "reality" as the eye sees but a reality that still belongs to the person who transmits. Or the idea of an afterlife of its own borders, an overrun of the self.
short, art for me is certainly not the order of the animal and the animal, but rather what is precious in human growth, progress, a surpassed. And also the subject of a cure, because the very act of speaking (regardless of the message) is already exceeded the event, feeling.
The art is not (for me) of intellectualism but the revelation of his inner world, shadow and light, dualism is rather the expression of the feelings that we really take to heart (even if it tends to set itself up for some activism for whatever reason ... ) There is an expression of what one is and by extension of what we are interested in, what moves us, what this moment is created, it is connected. seems true.
art (music, painting, drawing, photography, dance ...) is the perfect way to say what we are, what we aspire, which we toumente tearing us apart, dazzles us, makes us shudder. Before a work, you stop, you take your time.
Art may be the finest and noblest expression of the man who seeks and tries to go beyond its own borders.
The artist is a creator, a magician. The art moves us, gives us the same daydreams. It makes the bland wonderful, sublime, transforms.
Art is a tool that allows man to rise and become a creative inspiration.
Beatrice Legall
