Art is the universal and individual language, from the time of birth everyone can view their surrounding and identify with an image; and yet everyone can interpret it differently. And to the day and age that we have come to be that still stands to be true, no matter what language we speak no matter how educated you are a picture of an empty cup will still be recognized as an empty cup. Depending, though, upon what the individual has born witness to they can see this empty cup in a million different ways, full of disappointment or possibility or as a symbol. I believe tat there is something truly special about a language everyone can initially speak, share, and recreate to reflect there own perspectives. I wish it was counted this way in today’s society.
Speaking My Soul
October 27, 2011