As I get older, I think a lot about different issues, or different concepts, I guess.
When I young, I was concerned with what was good.
When I was in my 30s, I was concerned with what was political, community and independence.
Now, I think a lot about beauty.
I think a lot about beauty.
But not the definition of it, but the experience of it, the ephemeral meaning of glimpsing something just out of view.
Sometimes I look at a plant, and I'm much more drawn in than before. Sometimes I'm in a crowd in a concert, and I can feel something on the edge of the music that is about the human experience of music, being together, of letting go and being present.
When I think about art, and what an artist tries to create, I think about beauty. What is beautiful, what is something that touches on the divine through images, words, poetry, music, performance.
Because as I'm nearing the end of my 100 book channel I did on my Youtube channel (more videos coming! Many more!) I'm almost done reading some of the hardest and most challenging books that people define as classics in the English canon.
I've started drawing again. Or more, I suppose, more for fun. I'm rediscovering my own things that I enjoy and find fun in a way I haven't felt in a long time. I suppose it's the result of me growing up into (somewhat) the kind of person I want to be.
I want to be the kind of person who sees beauty in everything, that finds the moments precious and worth understanding. I want to create my own little pieces of something to share with others for the sake of nurturing and creating understanding between people who feel as isolated as I do, sometimes.
Because in the search for art, for beauty, many times I feel alone, as anyone who wishes they were an artist, and someone understood.
