What is it about the process of painting a picture that is so mysterious and almost holy? This creative process of seeing composing and then splashing coloured together to create something that makes us stop and look in wonderment. A wordless prayer for our common humanity.
Take a moment and look at these two pictures of Anders Zorn Valsen, Notice how the ink study of shades, shadows and light is translated into a symphony of colour and tone in the painting.
There is something about art and the creative process that brings us closer to our humanity, then again there is the unbearable reality that even Hitler painted in his youth. What happened to the young man who did these works? How could he have become a monster? How do people like that change and shed their soul along the way?
In a world that somehow cannot stop piling on one tragedy after another, will art ever triumph? Or will it have to co-exit with horror, the yin to the yang? Can we see beauty if we haven’t seen horror?
Sorry this post has turned dark I know, but with so much suffering around the world, it is not normal to ignore it all the time. Some times you have to just take a deep breath and stare into the eye of horror to remember how lucky we are to live without it.