cre-ate to art-cee

Hm. I have only posted one entry on toss & ripple in February. Yet I have been writing elsewhere, mainly in my personal journal.

I haven't felt like sculpting a piece of writing. I haven't felt like trying to develop scenes so that a reader could, at least partly, envision what is in my mind. I haven't felt like detailing to that extent. Yet in writing this small entry, perhaps some sculpting will take place.

In visual art, there are different genres. Iconic. Pop. Abstract. Conceptual. Anime. Graphic. And more. Within the various genres, there is a multitude of styles, each as original as the soul designing it.

I read somewhere recently where someone stated that art is a form of love when the art blesses another,or something like that. I thought, "That isn't art." Perhaps to some it is, but not to me.

During my decades as a Way believer all visual art, music, and prose was to be "a blessing" and needed to "line up with the Word." In other words, any artistic design could not contradict the doctrine, the "right teaching" of The Way.

In The Way, we were taught that man cannot "create" because to "create" is "to make something out of nothing." Perhaps The Way is correct in their definition. The etymology of the word "create" comes from a word that means to "produce, bring forth, beget." Yet mankind is creative; that is, s/he begets an idea, often out of necessity. That necessity being physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, or whatever "...al" one wants to come up with.

Art is expression.

For me, that's it.

Whether or not the piece is disturbing or edifying is beside the point altogether. Whether one interprets it as loving or hating, is beside the point as well.

Well, is it a form of love if it evokes feelings of anger or hatred?

An art piece is a tiny string from the tapestry of one's soul. That's not to say that string isn't important; yet it is only a snippet of a life. Art honors the various aspects and emotions of our humanity - "the good, the bad, and the ugly." Art can remind us to never forget, including atrocities and blessings.

Life moves; it isn't stagnate. Life changes. As it does, so might someone's expression of that life.

Now where was I when I started writing?

Ah yes, art genres.

"So," I said to myself about 10 minutes ago, "Why not just blog something abstract? No need to detail, unless the detail decides to display itself."

I'm preparing for a new business endeavor which shall begin in April and May. I'll get my training in April. Go backpacking along the Appalachian Trail for a couple weeks in May. Then dive in once I'm back from the trail. The business will be a family endeavor.

Family endeavors. My 20-year old son and I are going backpacking also in March on Cumberland Island off the coast of Georgia. It's one of the ten protected National Seashores in the USA.

There be armadillos, wild horses, and alligators that roam the island.

Nature, the grandest of all art museums.

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