We prize artists for their ability to express feelings and emotions through their art forms. We delegate the highest expression of our humanity to those artists we feel express it the best. In doing so we delegate our own feelings and appreciation to enjoying life second hand.
Without a doubt some artists can have an exquisite viewpoint that most people have not taken the time to discover for themselves. However, is there art unexpressed in the ordinary that we ignore.
The sunlight shining on a plain brick wall framed by a wooden gate open to the skies and shifting shadows as clouds dance across the sky. A feeling of awe comes to us and we ignore the practical applications of what we are seeing and enjoy it as living art.
Art that touches a cord deep inside us and transforms the ordinary into a feeling; the basic definition of art. The eye of the beholder is the canvas of expression and gives us a new perception of everyday things. Where life is the canvas on which the art inherent in all things expresses itself.
Once transformed then we can appreciate the ordinary in new ways that lead us to a dance with life rather our usual feelings of separateness. Life gains a new depth through our opening up to that beauty and lingers with us as we walk through life.
Can we see the art of the ordinary?
Your thoughts?
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Very nice post Peter!
I like the thought... the art of the ordinary! :-)
Thanks for this,
jen
Yes jen it is all around us waiting to be appreciated
peter... i believe that they eye of the beholder is in fact the canvas on which his or her life story is transposed.. that is why different people see different things,,, one persons ordinary,, is someone else's extraordinary... thus the eye of the beholder...
Well said Paisley
I agree, different people would find different things beautiful. When we look with our eyes, we see what we see, when we look with our hearts, we'll see more and we may see the real beauty.
Yes zunnur looking with the inner eye
Great post, as usual. This was what I was trying to get at in my post yesterday.
My, Peter. I can tell you've been taking walks with your sweet Cleo to have written such a beautiful piece. You and she have been smelling the roses and inhaling the ever-charged living art of your surroundings.
Would that I have just witnessed some of the loveliness of what is to come on a day-to-day occurrance in heaven.
You make me want to twirl around barefoot in the grass.
Hi Derrick thank you for the compliment
Theresa I love the image you present. Says it all
I think sometimes we become so jaded or so busy keeping up with the frenetic speed of life that we just overlook things. I remember as a child there was this particular place that I used to think was like fairyland or something, everything seemed bigger than life and magical and years later when I revisited that place all I could see was the dirt and the crowd - sad that sometimes we lose that special magic that makes us see and appreciate ordinary beauty
Yes Random Magus it is a shame and that's why I like to remind myself every now and then.
I appreciate every singe moment that I've been given. Life, all of life is so very special and not ordinary at all. Have a great evening Peter. :)
It is when we appreciate the ordinary Sandee that life as you say becomes precious
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