Beauty and Art

To take a brush in your hands and place it onto a paper, and to create Art. To move lines, and add layers. Painting is the act of taking a picture of your heart. Taking more than just an image, it takes feeling and skill, each line that is drawn, or splotch that is formed is tied to the memory that was being created.

It takes the human hand to move the brush. Your own energy to create the memory. They say a picture says a thousand words. Well a painting says more than words. It says feelings and emotion; puts the language of thought into picture. It's an image of something unreal, but solid in the realm of thought. Space and time captivated as one, thought and space, simply the same aspect.

Close your eyes and create something great. Open your eyes and add something for the world to see. True beauty can't be shared though solidity, it must be felt, a movement in the mind that words can't form. An image of the soul, that can't be seen with eyes. True Beauty is in the arts. The beauty is not in the colors you see, the people that are there, or notes being played, it is past that aspect, it is in the heart. It is what you can feel, what it brings into the mind that simply lacks ways of being shared with the neighbor next to you.

Beauty isn't in the words being written, it not the black and white of the pages in the book, it is the flow of the colors between the words, creating the image in the mind, the picture being painted with the brush of thought. The feeling that it gives, and the space past the physical that it is able to fill.

Beauty is the Art. Beauty is the Depth. Beauty is in the Heart. It's past your eyes and ears; It is simply in a realm of it's own.