To wit: notice how the following video allows you to feel, to imagine that war could have been…put back into the box (Pandora’s Box?). Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim who saw war…in reverse.
Humans are artists, and have been for at least 40,000 years, painting cave walls, creating clay fetishes, decorating themselves and each other in the name not only of beauty, but even to mark ourselves as being part of a group, or tribe. Our art may have simply been conditioned out of too many of us over time as a non-serious pursuit for a variety of absurd reasons, but our inner artists are always available if prodded a mite. Recently I read of an artist who had explained to his five-year-old child that he worked at the nearby college teaching students to draw and to paint. He reported that that his daughter scrunched up her face a bit, considered his words for a few ticks and asked, ‘But daddy; how did they forget how to draw?’
It may have taken you the same ticks to remember back, back, back…that when you were young and held a paintbrush, some charcoal, some cool and soft clay, a drum, some bells…they were almost extensions of your hands, and your hands and senses created something with them. Later you may have even found your art acting as a mode of transcending your self in aid of an almost divine interconnectedness with other humans and the world. Time may have stood still for you in your inspired state.
Some artists create beauty, and want you to see the world in non-ordinary ways so that you might appreciate it even more. Others want you to simply feel what they feel, to understand the ironies and conflicts that are prevalent in their lives including their ‘stations’ in life, and allow you to know them and others like them. Maya Angelou once said:
‘I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’