I found myself distracted (not unusually so). I was scrolling (like you do) through my google reader and stumbled upon a post by The Fox is Black which covered Ann Hamilton’s ’the event of a thread‘. I have seen photos of this exhibition before, but it was not until I clicked on the video done by Paul Octavious that it really resonated with me. I now long to venture to New York to see it for myself (though tragically the instillation has been taken down and another will soon replace its stead).
I fully believe in the power of art, especially interactive art that allows you to become part of something so much bigger than yourself. As I watched his video I felt goose bumps flood the surface of my skin, such was the power of witnessing this event; even second hand, its beauty is halting.
People stop for art, they contemplate its meaning, even if it may seem meaningless. Everyone views art differently and everyone places a different value on its worth.I realize that concept is not solely placed on the art world. We place it on fashion, on play, on food… ah food… I think I would rather spend money on an amazing meal than a lot of things… except maybe shoes. The reason for that is the same… I view food as an experience, just as going to an art exhibit or museum is an experience.
Back to my point (not that I really have one). There is something about viewing art as a whole that brings people together. You take time out of your every day hussel for it, to pause, contemplate, and admire. Art exhibitions, gallery openings, events like Art Prize, bring thousands of people whose life paths would other wise never cross, into proximity of one another. The common thread (pum intended) holds them together and binds this beauty and experience to their hearts. It’s magical.
This feeling is not limited to viewing exhibitions or paintings and photographs hung on gallery walls. I am enraptured by the amount of incredible and beautiful graffiti that graces every surface of Down Town Los Angeles, just as I am when looking at paintings by Renior in the National Gallery in London. Hell, the majesty of a sunset nearly puts me to tears.
Whether we choose to view this beauty together or alone, the trick is to open your eyes, slow your spirit, and take the time to see that it’s there.
“Beauty is all around us and within us.
If we open our eyes and our hearts to see it and feel it,
we do not have to search. Beauty will always find us.”