I have not had that much experience with art, and never really appreciated art at museums. I do not understand how a few squiggles of paint can make people go “oooo, ahhhh, wow”. I can appreciate the more complicated portraits and landscapes as they seem to take more skill to accomplish, but I do not possess sufficient knowledge to explore the subtleties of art. Writing on the other hand is a different story.

Yet one can feel art. That is what I did. Observing the brush strokes being made into layers across time speaking to us, with hints of what the state of mind and the emotions of the artist may have been during those moments of their lives as they transformed their inner into outer onto the canvases or in the form of sculptures. Such is the nature of all human expression as we channel the divine energies and mingling them with their own raw human madnesses or love be it in the form of music, writings, art or dance.

Each style and skill reflects their level of spirituality at the moment of their lives. When seeing the art pieces in the museum it was just like the artists state of being ,their very essence had been crystallized into material manifestations.

By becoming very present with the art piece it felt as if from across time and space the artist was in front of us performing their works. Time is just another dimension and to reach out with hand and arm spread through its barriers into the continuum of the artist was magical, as if the bubble of a story was pierced and the tale was released.

There is much magic in these works of art, that make it wondrous and explains why art museums and galleries attract millions of people each year. To sit and ponder what is going on in someone else’s head, and then have it reflected back to our own hearts. To witness our own thoughts in the form of art is the ultimate form of contemplation. Each art work looked like the artists were searching for a deeper meaning of their life, their state of minds as if they were looking for something more. Their soul, their love. Are we not all doing the same?

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I love you