why I love art.
There was a beautiful silver gelatin photograph at the art museum today.
Looking at it superficially, a black and white that anyone could take, really. A look down a long hilly road with trees bending down hoping to kiss it ever so gently. The kind of photograph that makes you think of childhood, going camping, an automatic thought of innocence that was lost not due to wrongdoing, but likely just from normal aging. A soothing picture that really just brought a calmness to the eyes, almost a small oasis in a crowded room into which a person could briefly escape to the outdoors inside their own head.
A look at the title made the piece far more extraordinary:
"The Scene of the Murder" from the collection Jasper Texas: The Road to Redemption
I think my gut lurched in that instant, that something so tranquil and intensely sweet was marred by one of the worst of human acts. It just didn't seem to fit with the light gleaming off the sheet in front of me. I've always loved art that can invoke such a strong emotional response. It made me wonder again about that innocence, and how one could come to a point where something so cruel could be thought up and carried out by a human mind.
A single tear may very well have crept its way out of the corner of my naked eyes.
Looking at it superficially, a black and white that anyone could take, really. A look down a long hilly road with trees bending down hoping to kiss it ever so gently. The kind of photograph that makes you think of childhood, going camping, an automatic thought of innocence that was lost not due to wrongdoing, but likely just from normal aging. A soothing picture that really just brought a calmness to the eyes, almost a small oasis in a crowded room into which a person could briefly escape to the outdoors inside their own head.
A look at the title made the piece far more extraordinary:
"The Scene of the Murder" from the collection Jasper Texas: The Road to Redemption
I think my gut lurched in that instant, that something so tranquil and intensely sweet was marred by one of the worst of human acts. It just didn't seem to fit with the light gleaming off the sheet in front of me. I've always loved art that can invoke such a strong emotional response. It made me wonder again about that innocence, and how one could come to a point where something so cruel could be thought up and carried out by a human mind.
A single tear may very well have crept its way out of the corner of my naked eyes.