I hope there’s music in heaven …..
~ Writing Unicorn
Category: classical music
Do I Like Every Art Gallery I Post?
An interesting thought came to mind this morning as I replied to a comment over in my Gallery.
My acquaintance stated she didn’t like the art I posted. Which is fair. Which got me thinking —
Do I like the art in every gallery I post?
Almost every time I would answer yes. Art is such a big world that one can’t help but be impressed by its variations.
My Sunday Evening Art Gallery is a little different than many, though, for it’s supposed to be “unique” art. Things the viewing public has never seen before. I don’t mean such artists as Renoir or Charles L. Schulz — most everyone has heard and seen their work.
My artists are often a bit more obscure. As you can see from my “Looking Back” galleries, some art defines categorization. It’s just lovely but different.
Sometimes it’s not even lovely.
So many artists are similar in their style that I sometimes think I’ve already highlighted their work. While variations of style are still unique onto themselves, I try and find work that is just … different. Every once in a while I’ll choose an artist whose work is, upon reflection or inspection, more of a past time dalliance than a true calling.
Undoubtedly that’s where my own art fall in.
But I appreciate it so much when someone responds that they don’t get it or don’t like it just as much as when they fall in love with it.
Art is supposed to hit you that way.
Don’t ever hold back. Allow yourself to feel something.
Even if now and then the feeling is “ehhhh…”
Faerie Paths — Music
Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.
~ Ludwig van Beethoven
Perfection
Perfection.
We all seek it.
Yet it means something different to everyone.
The perfect sunrise. The perfect smile. The perfect chocolate soufflé. One person’s perfection is someone else’s faux pax.
The great thing is it doesn’t matter what someone else’s perfection is. You can have unlimited perfection in your life every day.
Take music. A great rock and roll solo. A sweet, tear-jerking melody. A choir that sounds like angels. All stir emotions deep inside; emotions that want an outlet. Need an outlet.
And sometimes music is just the thing to bring you out into the light of day.
I was listening to the following piece this morning, through earphones, simply sitting and being.The 1812 Overture by Pytor Illyich Tchaikovsky was written in 1880 to commemorate Russia’s defense of its motherland against Napoleon’s army in 1812. It has been used as fireworks fodder and cereal background.
A cliche of classical proportions, it takes forever to get to the finale, building, teasing, then pulling back. Cannon fire is in some scores; a choir at the beginning in others. But Tchaikovsky knew dynamics. He knew how to tell a story through music. The struggle of the peasants. Their heartbreak. Their struggles. Their war. Their victory.
Do me a favor. Put your earphones/headphones on and take 4 minutes and listen to this finale. Let your emotions build with the music. Don’t think — just feel. Just for 4 minutes.
And tell me it’s not perfection.
Oh — and P.S. — Turn it UP —
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=u2W1Wi2U9sQ
Humoring the Goddess 