journey - the thing that you travel down hoping to progress
Today I visited a great place called the Tate Britain. It's a gallery devoted to the fine art that has come out of the UK itself, so you can imagine what stupendous stuff would be found at such a place. I was especially moved by the paintings of William Turner. The way that he can manipulate light and darkness on the canvas makes me wish I could see the world through his eyes...
As I was admiring the creativity and the imagination of people in the past, I saw something that struck me as kind of odd. From the beginning of art until about the time of the impressionists, I didn't see any huge changes in the approach. After modern art started coming along there was this huge boom of pushing the boundaries and creatively blowing everyone's minds with different kinds of methods.
But sense then, art seems like it's come to a stand still. It's just a repeat of what had already been done around the turn of the century.
The artists give the idea that they struggle to find something new.
The progression of anything can only begin when the participators recognize they need to change. The development doesn't happen.
Boundaries spawn creativity, but perhaps because we've placed upon ourselves no limits there is nowhere for the creativity to push against.
And maybe it's not just the artists that need to change.
I too find myself having the same problem. I fall into the same bad habits. The same routine. Make the same dumb mistakes. Making the same conversation and coming to the same conclusions. Getting annoyed at the same anonymous people that I imagine have control over my life. Reading the same books and crying the same tears over the same weaknesses that I've had since who-knows-when.
It looks like I too need to do something to shake my life up a bit and give myself something to push against.
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