Individuality
OK...was THAT art?
"I could do that!", said my eight year old son.
My family and I just got back from an amazing five days in New York City. If there is one place in the world that speaks to the strengths of pride in one's individuality it is this (major understatement) bustling city.
As one walks quickly down the narrow street-valleys you are bombarded by sounds, advertising, people, cars, street vendors, restaurant owners and corporations all trying to get your attention, some of your time and your cash. If one walks those streets with little to no confidence in oneself the magnetism of the attention grabbers will be too strong. One needs to be headstrong to survive unscathed.
This point, the importance of individuality, was finally struck home as I walked the expansive spaces of the MoMA.
A wire pegged in place on a wall with five or six pins. A simple chair. A can of soup. A canvass painted purple - only purple. A Picasso. A Matisse. A Pollock.
I hate it!
I love it!
Why did she paint it that way?
What was he thinking??
Does it matter? Be yourself. Be true to your emotions. Be real, be authentic. Be YOU. All these artists were and look at where they ended up. Not bad.
Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!
"I could do that!", said my eight year old son.
My family and I just got back from an amazing five days in New York City. If there is one place in the world that speaks to the strengths of pride in one's individuality it is this (major understatement) bustling city.
As one walks quickly down the narrow street-valleys you are bombarded by sounds, advertising, people, cars, street vendors, restaurant owners and corporations all trying to get your attention, some of your time and your cash. If one walks those streets with little to no confidence in oneself the magnetism of the attention grabbers will be too strong. One needs to be headstrong to survive unscathed.
This point, the importance of individuality, was finally struck home as I walked the expansive spaces of the MoMA.
A wire pegged in place on a wall with five or six pins. A simple chair. A can of soup. A canvass painted purple - only purple. A Picasso. A Matisse. A Pollock.
I hate it!
I love it!
Why did she paint it that way?
What was he thinking??
Does it matter? Be yourself. Be true to your emotions. Be real, be authentic. Be YOU. All these artists were and look at where they ended up. Not bad.
Let me know what you think about what you have just read. Please and thanks!
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