Late One Night . . . A Shooting Star
and sound so often
has no form.
I hope that what I say
If not, I will scatter.
I am after all a sho o t i n g s t a r . . .
A speck of light
in the night.
"Some people were born with silver spoons in their mouth. I was born with charcoal."
Hello, Namaste and Sat Sri Akal!
Welcome to my dA page!
By in large, you will not find all that much here, because I work at a very S L O W pace. In fact, so slow that truth tell, my 2D life had all but dwindled down to a doodle until I discovered Clip Studio Paint (formerly Manga Studio). In so many words, CSP was the set of aesthetic defibs that broke me out of my artistic arrhythmia. I am much more regular now.
That all said and aside. Other stuff... since I don't really know what to say here.
Eternal thought of the moment ~~> Plato Paraphrased: "Beauty invokes desire."
~ And Plato is not speaking of a hasty, surface level, perhaps even crass reaction. He is speaking of something deeper and more transcendental. Beauty provokes a desire within us - a desire to go out of ourselves, a desire ... a longing to rise above our world...
Something I feel when I listen to Mozart's Great Mass in C Minor ~~> Listen to the soprano, Ekaterina Siurina for the first 8 minutes or so.
~ This is a majestic beauty. It is divine... It is a beauty that is golden. I suppose it is something that we can describe as being like an aural beatific vision.
Put it this way. I think that there are two sorts of desires.
(1) One sort of desire is one which, once it has been "satisfied", is still not enough. It leaves you hungry and hollow. This sort of desire - hollow desire, if you will - will eat you up. Like a drug ... its never enough... you consume it but it consumes you.
(2) Another sort of desire, transcendental desire if you will, also satisfies and yet is still not enough. It leaves you hungry, but not hollow. You consume it, but yet it does not consume you. It satisfies, but yet fills you with a deep longing. Where can you get more?
"Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life." ~ Proverbs 4:23
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.<<<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world.
To interpret is to impoverish,
to deplete the world
-- in order to set up a shadow world of "meanings".