the origin of art
Where is Art? Where is beauty?
to such questions is perhaps impossible to give a clear answer, because art and beauty are not absolute concepts but vary in the vast field of human subjectivity. Although there have been historical periods when there was talk of "fees" of Beauty, or even "Absolute Beautiful" is there to say they were influenced by beliefs or simply fashions. Mode and beliefs over the centuries have changed over and over again.
The only answer then is to say, from within us. Us appreciate beauty ol'Artistico, although influenced from the outside; we are still us to do any work a work "art", we who live it and admire the breath, we feel it. The author expresses himself, the audience makes him an artist.
And in fact the most beautiful works seem to be those in which the artist can be seen more, those in which he has put his whole self, or just those where it is able to better express its self. And the tracks have deep within them is essential prerogative to re-create them in someone else outside ourselves.
If you do not know the meaning of "deep track" I can not express it in what I do, and my work will never leave a deep mark, will not ever to penetrate the soul of who participates in the work. But if we have in one or more tracks, ruts, wounds, then yes, we can send all'inorganico to make it alive, turning the rock into a woman, or a color in a human body ...
Without conflict, we can not call ourselves "artists" . The artist lives in the conflict, it is the food they eat and drink which quenches its thirst, his art is the way he overcomes this conflict, its discharge voltage. The larger the larger conflict - potentially - will be the artist. Along with the genius, the conflict is what makes it sublime to the newspaper, and overcoming brilliant end of the conflict is pure art.
is how Death is inextricably linked to the Love and Art: the depth comes from the wound, wound pain, the pain of the conflict, the conflict of the separation, the separation of the Dead. But obviously if there is no love there can be even pain. The experience death [See Art. "The Dark Side of Love", Fertililinfe No. -3] opens the doors of creativity and the way you walk makes everyone more or less the artistic result.
What would a Van Gogh without his inner dramas? What remains of Munch's scream if he had not heard the nature within him?
The wounds of the soul are those through which we can better look inside ourselves, to get to the bottom of our hearts and our minds, touch our fears and face our demons. But Death will cause and a consequence of that conflict: Tanathos causes pain, the pain and tension, and tension is released, reaching the pleasure of the vacuum. The vacuum is the non-existence, Death. From Death comes Life, which culminates in death [see "The death generates" 1 and 2, n ° -1 and -2]. Without separation, pain and death do not exist even sharing the pleasure and the Life. And do not even exist as art.
to such questions is perhaps impossible to give a clear answer, because art and beauty are not absolute concepts but vary in the vast field of human subjectivity. Although there have been historical periods when there was talk of "fees" of Beauty, or even "Absolute Beautiful" is there to say they were influenced by beliefs or simply fashions. Mode and beliefs over the centuries have changed over and over again.
The only answer then is to say, from within us. Us appreciate beauty ol'Artistico, although influenced from the outside; we are still us to do any work a work "art", we who live it and admire the breath, we feel it. The author expresses himself, the audience makes him an artist.
And in fact the most beautiful works seem to be those in which the artist can be seen more, those in which he has put his whole self, or just those where it is able to better express its self. And the tracks have deep within them is essential prerogative to re-create them in someone else outside ourselves.
If you do not know the meaning of "deep track" I can not express it in what I do, and my work will never leave a deep mark, will not ever to penetrate the soul of who participates in the work. But if we have in one or more tracks, ruts, wounds, then yes, we can send all'inorganico to make it alive, turning the rock into a woman, or a color in a human body ...
Without conflict, we can not call ourselves "artists" . The artist lives in the conflict, it is the food they eat and drink which quenches its thirst, his art is the way he overcomes this conflict, its discharge voltage. The larger the larger conflict - potentially - will be the artist. Along with the genius, the conflict is what makes it sublime to the newspaper, and overcoming brilliant end of the conflict is pure art.
is how Death is inextricably linked to the Love and Art: the depth comes from the wound, wound pain, the pain of the conflict, the conflict of the separation, the separation of the Dead. But obviously if there is no love there can be even pain. The experience death [See Art. "The Dark Side of Love", Fertililinfe No. -3] opens the doors of creativity and the way you walk makes everyone more or less the artistic result.
What would a Van Gogh without his inner dramas? What remains of Munch's scream if he had not heard the nature within him?
The wounds of the soul are those through which we can better look inside ourselves, to get to the bottom of our hearts and our minds, touch our fears and face our demons. But Death will cause and a consequence of that conflict: Tanathos causes pain, the pain and tension, and tension is released, reaching the pleasure of the vacuum. The vacuum is the non-existence, Death. From Death comes Life, which culminates in death [see "The death generates" 1 and 2, n ° -1 and -2]. Without separation, pain and death do not exist even sharing the pleasure and the Life. And do not even exist as art.
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