“... yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men.”
- Hesiod

Sunday, August 12, 2012

9th of December, 2008

First Published: 9-12-08

 Originally written on: 9th of December, 2008:

I was reading one of Hush and Such's posts, titled Inspirational Sufferage. I could have let this "moment of creative expression" pass me by, but getting ready for work is such a lame excuse - why work when I can blog - right?

I love how somebody can write about the need to fill a blank piece of paper, or fill the silence with nervous humming.
I've never thought of this before - but give me a blank piece of paper - even an exercise book with which I'm supposed to be taking notes - and it will eventually become a mess of doodles - some average, some horribly bad, some the best art I've ever created. Here is the thought: Could this be that my sub-consciously I too am "intolerant... of empty space and silence"?

As I've posted earlier, every moment, every second, every nano-second in this world is a new piece of art. I want to elaborate on this.

When I first thought this - I was thinking on one plane. If one could take a picture every nano second - one would find that microscopicly - everything has shifted place, somehow. Therefore, every nano second there is a new piece of art, and I believe God can see that - and a lot of what he could see he would enjoy.
However, as I sit down and write this; I realise that there are more than one form of art utilised in Creation. It is the ultimate piece of art - for in it lies: Landscape, Portraiture, Sculpture, Dance, Mime, Poetry, Prose, Song. If one were to look deeper - one can find different Genres: Abstract, minimalist, Naturalism, and arguably both Surrealism and Absurdism.
Within these Genre's, we can arguably find different techniques: Abstraction, Call and Response, perhaps even Metaphore and Similie.
I was going to go through each of these in detail - but this blog is already an essay. For now I'll leave it for you to draw your own conclusions (and perhaps leave comments?)

But I do want to put this thought out there:
What if everything you do is art? Be it dance, poetry, prose, or whatever else; what if every nano-second of your life you are unwillingly (or willingly) creating a piece of art?

Godspeed,
-th3o.
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