As I arrived at the scene, a young artist started fighting against the wall. He first scribed unintelligible words involving "peace" and " will", and then painted them all over in blue. He used the hands and pressed them very hardly against the wall, as if rebelling against it.
When young, you are naturally surrounded by many walls, both real and imagined. When you get older and become mature, being able to keep seeing the wall that be is one of the manifestations of a creative mind.
In life, you've got to face the wall, more or less, and it becomes incumbent to decide your attitudes toward it.
Painting. What fantastic way to come to terms with the wall. You don't destroy it. You dance with it. By becoming one with the wall, feeling its physical brutality, you can give birth to a monster that is art. And then the monster breathes beautiful air.
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A young artist fighting the wall in Superdeluxe.
3 comments:
Excellent entry! Well said. Very true. Inspiring.
Dear, Petrusa.
Thank you for you comment.
I wanted to be the artist at the wall, rather than a designated commentator.
While I was reading this entry, somehow it gave me a catch in throat. I respect you.
Thank you very much.
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