"I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious." -Andrew Wyeth
When I close my eyes, I can be literally anywhere I wish to be. I can see the cliffs at Dingle or the Tower Bridge in London. Perhaps I will recall the streets of Chennai (and the smell might come back to me as well...) or my backyard in Texas. I could be sitting next to my grandparent's silver, retro Christmas tree or fishing at the lake with my Papa. Maybe I'm at the top of the Washington Monument or resting under a cherry tree in Tokyo.
But there is something profound about the imagination. I can also visit places that I have never seen; places that don't actually exist. I can create them; build them from scratch in my mind. Certainly, they will resemble places on earth and the physical world, but they are entirely my own. This place in the imagination is where art is born.
Not everyone loves art like I do. I can respect that, I suppose. And in all reality, I don't like every piece of art that I see. But sometimes, I see something that an artist has created and I realize something. Our minds are of one accord. I understand what the artist saw in his or her mind. Maybe I've even been to that place in my own mind; in my own way.
My aunt bought this piece of art at Michael's the other day. I was the one who found it, actually. She loved it as much as I did. I've seen a place like this one in my mind. The artist's skill brought it to life.
Starry Night by Van Gogh is one of my favorite painting. Take a look at it and see what you find. I was captivated.
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