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.ELEMENTS. Art: A visual form of self expression. For Some, this may be a physical representation created with their body upon different mediums; it could be a verbal expression emited by sound waves coming from the vocal chords of one singing a song, or a verbal representation of poetic beauty. The results vary. Performing arts have been the main public attraction for centuries in many different cultures, displayed all over the world, for decades of time. After viewing the transition of multiple displays of art over time, we begin to understand the characteristic individuals expressing themselves. More than anything art is not just beauty from another; it is an understanding beyond judgement, it forms a new perspective within, that make the viewer understand themselves.
They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" though what is beauty but a perception of momentary observation sent within the brain and communicated to our physical body, creating an emotional response. We as humans are wired so differently; each and every one of us will never exactly know what it is like to be another. Yet if we seperate our consciousness from dependency, and learn to live by the basic principals and natural laws of the universe- with a balance of independence and intetependence, we will soon find that we as humans have a plethora of things in common. Beauty, art, formation, creation, desire, addiction (and more)- all of these are but one view away from individual interpretation. Perhaps we are all of one image, entitling every being to free will of self expression in lieu to the grace of imperfect perfection. Though with the exemption of the highest powers granted identification of a sinner or a saint, how deep, beautiful and powerful can art truly be?
For many, art is an identified beauty romanticized by common display to a public community. To those individuals it is just a play to view with costumed people reinacting a specific instance thru altered personas. Deep within that persona though, we may find a whole different definition of art. The one perspective that reflects more than meets the eye- becomes a story of an unrelatable life to the standard viewer; that persona becomes alive. Picture this, you sit in the audiance of a play rehersal for it's final recital. The stage full of characters display their script, illuminated by the faint spotlight upon just one character. Now zoom in on that one individual, see them, hear their voice, become them. As you stand in that spotlight radiating energy upon you, breathe, blink, and open your eyes and see. Imagine a stage of vanilla scented candles burning their aroma around you- lingering with your every step. Now, take your next breath before you quote Macbeth; are you intimidated? Are you empowered? Has every rehersal prior till taught you to embrace these next words? As you exhale, smothering your one candle in hand with your breath you speak. "...Out, out, Brief candle! Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing." Standing center stage, everything you lived for, all you believe in, every muscle in your body contracting, heartbeat pulsating, breathing staggering, enriched within your soul, you told them how you feel. All opinions and perceptions from the outside stage-in, entruthed by your utter being, projected through another persona upon stage. Ironic, how they applaud in unison as though pressed at que by a button. Signifying nothing, each strut and fret you make upon stage- curtain close, and is heard no more. A poor player of a game called performing arts, you gasp, feeling every bit of your truth exposed. Curtain closed, they shout and hooray, then go quiet. You relocate, next scene, chin up, spotlight on, curtain opens, and you look out to the audiance, still scathed from releasing the truth behind your words. You stop glancing around when such a face in the audiace halts you, looks deep into your eyes, unsettles you, connects with you, and you have the lucid realization that "this person is me." Into the audiance once more, you sit- bewildered that such a scene drew you in. Alas! You feel an understanding without judgement. You have now become the viewer that understandes with a changed perspective, you saw art, you felt beauty. And from then on, every display of character from another, you see different. You feel art has become a completely different altered form of reality. Welcome, you have now experienced the life within an image of artistic beauty.
You see, being gifted, being talented or even a so called prodigy is nothing more than an identification placed upon your projected form of self expression. Drawing, painting, instrumental and vocal music, being a performing artist, beautician, hairstylist/groomer, interrior designer, athlete- there are so many ways to express oneself with all of our own unique potential.
Here I welcome you the pages of my exposed soul, the light and darkness within, to the recorded history of my life, accompained by the beauty of words, paintings, drawings, and photographs; perception of the world through my eyes. Welcome to THE ELEMENTS. Enjoy!
Miranda Baron
