My soul is my art, our souls are art.
I was inspired to write about the idea of putting a part of yourself into your art in the book āThe picture of Dorian grayā, a take on any form of art. Hope you enjoy :)
(Painting made by me, the person is a representative of me and anyone who wishes to be the muse)
Among more obvious reasons that Iām passionate about art, itās the more profound meanings or feelings that stick out to me.
I remember reading a book in which a man, the artist, couldnāt bear to sell or show to the world his painting of his muse. His reasoning was that it revealed an extensive amount of his identity.
I, oddly enough, found that resonated with me. That so much of oneselfānot limiting hard workā has been integrated into our art. Such as our thoughts, hopes, dreams, love, sorrow, growth, memories, personality and who knows how much more are demonstrated. All the vulnerable parts of oneself are etched into every stroke, splatter, smudge, carve, knot, picture, sway, step, lyric, break, act, word, and story.
All out for everyone to dig their greedy and unsympathetic eyes into.
Not everyone is passionate.
Not everyone is compassionate.
Not everyone is open minded.
Not everyone is morally good.
Often it feels like itās you being judged, disemboweled, a part of you that you handed over with the utmost care and trust. Only to be returned molded or broken by their harshness.
Their inability to try to understand or comprehend.
Their own values and beliefs ruling over the art that was never meant to be ruled over with such authority like dictatorships. Art that may have a purpose in mind is immediately disregarded because it doesnāt fit their mold.
Art that was meant to be free from such limits.
However, there's an adjacent contradiction to thisāinterpretation. As it is harmless generally. When others lose themselves in our masterpieces to small works to enjoy is a wonderful way to use art. Evoking brutal honesty thatās wonderfully refreshing to nursing or breaking otherās hearts to something entertaining that pulls anyone into a completely other world to escape reality. To make a new meaning thatās personal, to enhance our art in ways that it seems alive or unique.
In ways we could never imagine.
But can also be turned into something malicious if you are not careful. Into a knife at your back for some.
No one deserves to be driven to their breaking point if that does occur but neither does pretending their art wasnāt made to purposefully harm others without any rhyme or reason is in sense right. However, being set on ruining them for itā¦ doesnāt that just make us just as guilty as them? Focusing on relishing in othersā fall if we donāt agree with them isnāt humane to themāespecially for small petty reasonsāand creates a cycle of hatred.
Itās also crucial to not let revenge or hatred cloud our vision of our art for othersāas itās good to have an outlet that is healthy, but not at the expense of others or to the point of destruction even if chaos is fun.
Additionally, it is equally important to stand up for those who canāt stand up for themselves, those without voice or freedom we have.
Art to me is also another way to be close to the deadāand may be like so for others too. To those who can no longer make their mark in the world of where their loved ones are and to everyone else they wanted to reach. Perhaps even selfishly of meāto be close to her, to her world of art that she cared for dearly.
Itās different for everyone and not everyone will agree.
Itās malleable in societyās minds and bodies.
Itās our world, a part of who we areāundeniably tied to our souls.
And so I ask to allā¦ how do we care for these souls?
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