"I know that poetry is indispensable, but to what I could not say."

A French guy by the name of Jean Cocteau wrote poetry but even he wondered why…

It’s true that Art approaches us in each step of our everyday routine. Music and cinema, sculpture and literature, dancing or photography: We create on one hand…and on the other we simply taste the creation.

Here is a first answer for our gentleman Cocteau: We come nearer to the Creator of the World, you know…God, Jesus’ dad, the ol’man with the white long beard, ring any bells? Heehee…yet no, no that could be a child’s thinking process! Oh! I just figured out a second one: The creation that rolls away from our hands in any branch of Art does not substitute human life or nature -as many supports- but idealizes! Now “idealizes” always according to the “criteria” of each artist. For example if he is Pollock, two red drops of colour are enough in order to see love on the canvas.

To speak in essence the person creates what their soul wishes. “Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures”, ah thank you for interfering dear H.W. Beecher; I’d rather though next time you raised your hand first. On a piece of marble or on white paper, the artist’s insides are printed. We could say he’s just building mirrors and then looks in them. He looks the extension of his Ego, the enlargement of his individual field. He feels like he is submerged by superiority, divine nature as it’s been depicted by the narcissism theory, not religion. He becomes his own world’s royal ruler.

I also have two statements to share with you: “Monkeys like bananas.” And “The majority of people are not talented.” We’re called now to find what is common between these two sentences. Well… they’re both true and if you think I am humorless you’re wrong - don’t make me cry now. Since talent doesn’t often flow in veins along with blood we can observe that individuals tend to adopt others’ creations and love them.

As Marcel Proust would say “Only through art can we get outside of ourselves and know another's view of the universe”. After all who’s unable to name their favorite songs or films? I stand a moment on the word “adopt” that I used earlier, and afterwards I’ll say goodnight and sing a lullaby - I’m kidding, don’t freak out. Yes, we do adopt meaning we sign our name on other artists’ creations every time we sing or we watch for the fifth time a play. Someone could easily comment…mmm, that the actual art creators are suns and the rest of the world are moons. In the end we all shine when light imbued us.

Goodnight folks, Brahms play it again boy: “Lullaby and good night, with roses bedight, with lilies o'er spread is baby's wee bed, lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed Lay thee down now and rest, may thy slumber be blessed”… Sometimes I don’t kid, hehehe.

Photos by: Linda Lane - www.wonderlane.com