I hate paintings and photos of sunsets.
They're too easy.
They say "look at how beautiful I am, and look no further." There is no need.
ANYONE can see the beauty in a sunset, ANYONE can find beauty in a flower or a pretty girl. And that is where they stop.
But look at the beauty of a hand, or a single finger... or a scar... that is beauty.
When an artist goes about painting a scene of vivid color but he's only got black and white to work with, it becomes all about the shading; the spaces in between the lines, the nuances of emptiness that represent the missing hues.
That is where the real beauty is. If you care to look.
I believe that in your previous life, you must have been born in the late 1700's, with friends like Shelley, Byron, Wordsworth...
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong that, while I GREATLY admire the way you find beauty in the world, that I believe the last sentence to be the most important thing you said? I can't tell if I am being cynical, or if it's something else...