"Picasso had come back from the dead and she wanted life. She wanted to force life through the hour, to make it yield up its secrets, to make it waste no days of her reprieve in a self-built tomb. How much time did she still own? One year, twenty, fifty? The clock ticked as it always had but now she could hear it."
Art is the ultimate salvation. In art, humans not only create a thing that did not previously exist but in doing so they capture a moment and the feelings and emotions that overwhelm them in that moment, and attempt to facilitate a communication with other humans that will then reflect that same moment and those same feelings, and allow other humans to experience the artist's experience. My teachers used to say that while we have a general consensus on what hues correspond with which words, we can never really know if blue looks the same to me as it does to you. Seeking to give someone else the very experience you have had is an incredible sacrifice. It risks your autonomy, your free will, and your existence as a unique and irreplaceable creature, because if two people have the exact same experience it defies all those things. Art provokes. Art expands. Art delivers. Art captures. Art preserves. Art connects. Art is language.
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