The Complexities Of Beauty

“There is a thread that ties person, place and thing and even language, and that is emotion.”

An object, whether a bowl or painting is not separate from the interior where it’s placed, nor separate from the language used to describe, and most certainly not from the person experiencing it. There is a thread that ties person, place and thing and even language, and that is emotion. We are emotional beings, which is why beauty has its place within our lives, instinctively we are drawn, pulled, deep from the gut. 

“We know what we like because we can feel it in our bones, feel it as the hair on our skin, rustles.”

Our instinct is to perpetuate and seek out beauty, we plant bulbs in the Fall so that Spring rewards our efforts through the cold of Winter, purchasing the perfect vessel to display them proudly within. The body seems to know intuitively the comforts of beauty, we are attuned to our own aesthetic, be it a minimal interior or a ornately carved piece of furniture. We know what we like because we can feel it in our bones, feel it as the hair on our skin, rustles. Beauty is a salve, soothes the wounds of our everyday. 

It should come as no surprise what we do for love and beauty, our heart wants what it wants, seeks what it needs. Our world is a reflection of our desires, the outcome of our needs, centuries of internal conflict and drive: love, hate, beauty and the ugly. The United States is not just east coast and west coast, nor is it a nation on its own, it is diverse as the world too is diverse, full of beauty and internal hope. This is our shared reality, our commonality of genetics, and the essence of the humanitarian spirit: the essence of beauty.

“Our world is complex, a reflection of those who continue to build it, the manifestation of the wonder and beauty within.”

To self envelope within what we deem noble and honest, is to identify with the complexities of beauty, to mirror the inside world with the outside, coming to terms with the perfectly imperfect and the beauty that entails. Our world is complex, a reflection of those who continue to build it, the manifestation of the wonder and beauty within. To see the world from a one sided perspective is to limit its possibilities, sheering thin the experience of living, dulling the light that beauty brings. 

Life and beauty are sinuous tangles, along with struggle and doubt, this is life, our lives worth living. Beauty is the constant within all that we endure, see and happily experience. It is the thread that binds with emotion, the pulley that lifts, the light that shines and thins the fog. 

Thread Of Emotion

“We are emotional beings, which is why beauty has its place within our lives, instinctively we are drawn, pulled, deep from the gut.” 

An object, whether a bowl or painting is not separate from the interior where it’s placed, nor separate from the language used to describe, and most certainly not from the person experiencing it. There is a thread that ties person, place and thing and even language, and that is emotion. We are emotional beings, which is why beauty has its place within our lives, instinctively we are drawn, pulled, deep from the gut. 

The Experience Of Color

“Color can be experienced sparingly in a minimalist painting or a valley of poppies lavished in splendor.”

The world is a menagerie of experiences, full of beauty, wonder and even at times, overwhelm. One of these experiences, is color. Color can be experienced sparingly in a minimalist painting or a valley of poppies lavished in splendor. We are identified by the color of our hair, eyes and skin and enhance them by the colors in our clothes. Color can dominate our attention or soothe when we are in need, it can make us salivate or bring tears to our eyes.

“Think about the color orange, how does it feel, or the color blue or even, pink.”

Oxytocin, can be released by color, facilitating attraction of love and enhancing our sexual prowess, as it uplifts our sense of belonging. In our workspaces color can enhance focus, and in our homes, happiness and ease, buffering the challenges of contemporary life. We are like the bees and butterflies, instinctually drawn to color for a reason, its in our DNA, mind and emotions. Think about the color orange, how does it feel, or the color blue or even, pink. Each color has a universal emotion, but each is seen in different ways according to the viewer. Color also has its social implications of dogma, pink is for girls is a favorite. 

“Color is both sonnet and chords that loft in the wind, a call to prayer, or a whisper in a lovers ear, at the end of a night.”

To wrap oneself in a layering of favorite colors fortifies the mind and body, as vitamins do toward a better way of living. Picasso spoke of art clearing the dust from life, color then too, is that clearing. Color is both sonnet and chords that loft in the wind, a call to prayer, or a whisper in a lovers ear, at the end of a night. To suggest that color is all this is no exaggeration, creators of all kinds can attest, color is a deep rooted passion of inspiration and science.

“Color gives life its form, our lives its lift, our words their mindful implies.”

We are all drawn to color in all its variations of tones and hues, from the deepest of black, ethereal white and the hottest of orange/red. Color gives life its form, our lives its lift, our words their mindful implies. Color is as color seems to taste, nourishing as lemon yellow sorbet, on a summer’s day.

Human Condition

“This has always been our way of being, still gazing at the stars, reluctant to see what’s before us, or whose within.” 

As a collecitve, our struggle is with our need to find balance, the unreachable perfect within our imperfections. Our constant need to find inner respite drives economies but not the economy of self, often depleting our energies for the quest to find who we are, or what we need, to find who we are. This is the path of the human condition, the ebb and flow of ego and hope, our quest to find ourselves, though fearful of what we might dig up. This has always been our way of being, still gazing at the stars, reluctant to see what’s before us, or whose within. 

“Though we hold much knowledge, it is difficult to excavate under the layers of time, thick skin and hardened bones.”

The path of time is an etching of maps, fragmented and abandoned, a tangling of stories we’ve told ourselves and the generations that follow. The caves of ancient rock paintings show us the lives and beliefs of the past, as graffiti shows us our present: of what and who matters. The two tie together our perseptions of who we are, marking our place in time and mapping the infinite forward, as we attempt to express the inner landscape.

“This is not indifference but fear and denial of who we are, what we are capable of, both the beauty and the ugly.”

Our gratification is sought by instantaneous means. Hooked by gadgets and the allure of the new we seek the solace that can only be found within. Though we hold much knowledge, it is difficult to excavate under the layers of time, thick skin and hardened bones. Through time the body as vessel becomes the body as fortress, impenetrable even to ourselves. It seems as though we seek not to find, but to distract ourselves from ourselves, a little spit shine and were good to go. 

The world we’ve created is challenged, because we are challenged, blind to what we choose not to see. This is not indifference but fear and denial of who we are, what we are capable of, both the beauty and the ugly. Each generation has had its challenges, each there own beauty created, lessons learned and repeated. This is our human condition of choice, our human failure, way of learning and evolving. To this there is no clear answer, no silver bullet, only the will to find our way, to be the light: a beautiful determination.