Emotions::.

Warning: I kinda zoned out when writing this. It’s pretty obscure, just to let you know.

Art is an outlet for emotion. As the creativity begins to pulse through the artist, their hands flow in rhythm with their thoughts. A painting emerges from life’s pain, sorrow, joy, anger, love. All things come together as simple pencil-strokes become roses blooming in a fresh spring dawn.

Life is full of wisdom and ignorance. Eyes may look, but do they see? Ears may hear, but do they listen? One looks upon a simple child, yet sees their dreams and future. One hears the piano playing next door, yet listens to the pianist’s smile through the song.

Rain is falling, but what does it mean? Singing, the pastels upon the canvas illustrate the calm felt as this pitter-patter hits the windowpane. The violin rings with emotion, flowing from the soul. Along the horizon, summer’s breath of storms drifts toward an unknown end.

Dreams inspire their holder, and from this is born soul and life. Every stroke along the canvas, every line in graphite or ink, every word scrawled across the page, holds within it glimpses of a soul. Whether an artist created a piece with any true purpose in mind, whomever looks will see a resonant tone of their own soul mixing with that of the work. Simple emotions become the world. A single, absent thought creates newfound life. Right and wrong are drawn into an abysmal realm, which, within time, renews.