Through art alone, the Mexica said, can human beings approach the real.” (1491, by Charles C. Mann ). Mann’s magnificent treatment of civilization(s) in the Americas prior to European contact repeatedly touches on the inextricable union of “culture” and “civilization,” raising the issue of what constitutes “the real.” If, then, “art” is the portal, the “real” must be grounded in our emotional connect be it collective or individual.
My subject matter always engages both my eyes and my heart and I wonder if art is simply soul made visible.
Or audible, for that matter. If Theodore were human, he would be a musician. He’s refining the tenor repertoire and Pavarotti-like, greets any absence of over-an-hour with contrapuntal vocalizations toggling between Mozart’s Requiem and the Hallelujah chorus. Jon says “Theodore cries like a girl.” I say “Theodore sings his art with his whole heart."
I’m righter, by the way.
My subject matter always engages both my eyes and my heart and I wonder if art is simply soul made visible.
Or audible, for that matter. If Theodore were human, he would be a musician. He’s refining the tenor repertoire and Pavarotti-like, greets any absence of over-an-hour with contrapuntal vocalizations toggling between Mozart’s Requiem and the Hallelujah chorus. Jon says “Theodore cries like a girl.” I say “Theodore sings his art with his whole heart."
I’m righter, by the way.
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