Art

This is a response to a post by The Wizardress, which was at first a comment, but then it got too long and I figured it should be a post. In order to understand my post, you're probably going to have to read hers.

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Art becomes shared and appreciated when people can relate to it - which I think is what you just said. I like art more than nature, and I guess we're talking about human made art because I dont understand why nature cant be art. even if it happened without any prompting, it still causes emotion for people and people see beauty and emotion in it, as they might a painting or sculpture, etc. Those two aspects FOR ME, define art.

And what's wrong with seeing multiple ways to get inside someone's mind? Tying into what i said at the beginning, relating to people makes people feel better, as does the creation itself. I think that art that does not convey emotion in a way that people can read it, is just one-ended art. Because if it has ANY emotional value, the artist can feel it and use it. That's much different than tissues.

Sleeping

I like to think of people sleeping. Not in a creepy way, i just like to think of people in a peaceful state. When they are weak, and barely in control of their minds and bodies. It creates feeling of innocence and truth in who, and what they are. This is not because I am some power-crazy being who wants to see my rivals vulnerable, it's just because there is something about people when they are sleeping, that is beautiful. Don't people usually say "aw, how cute," sometimes, even if the subject is over five? Isn't a sleeping human something to be revered? Something about the clear look in their face, free of set emotion, free of the effects of the outside world. At that moment, they are living inside of their own thoughts and ideas, operating independently, even if the thoughts are spawned from outside ideas; the life that they live when they are awake. The moment before sleeping, is when there is a moment of reality and emotion, where there is comfort and finaltiy in the day ending. So, I like to think of people sleeping. Makes me feel better. Even if they are far from me, I picture them at peace: sleeping.

Today

Today I saw something truly beautiful. Yes, once again in the land of Anti-Nature it snowed. I was in my third period class, when we looked out the window, we saw soft white powder falling from the gray-white sky. Peering over the edge of the window, it was discovered that there was a thin layer of whiteness resting upon the filthy streets. There was much squealing; jumping up and down. In the hallways, boys were screaming at the roof through windows thrown open, and clapping: "It's snowin'!" Half past noon, we ran out into the frigid air that felt so good, and kicked it all around. We scooped it up into our gloves, and packed it into lopsided, sphere-resembling forms, which we had pleasure in throwing at trees and each others' ribs. Our boots and shoes squashed slush, and heels dug into the ice. Crossing the street we waded through puddles consisting of things most would not like to hear described. But we were happy. Upon cars, we carved out with our fingers our own names, love, and peace signs. I greeted a lovely snowman who waved his leaf arm at me. I also constructed a snow form the size of a grapefruit. I loved him. After creating a snow angel, I laid my grapefruit snowball by a tree to face his fate. But it was a beautiful day.