What’s wrong with me?
Seeing is believing? Or let’s just say most of the times.
I seem to get to a different state when I see a piece of art. Why that’s a feeling like “tongue tied and twisted … ” . So, it might be a beautiful write up, a great photo, a remarkable piece of music, a good looking girl or a nifty piece of computer program (eh? Yeah that features as well).
Ok, the point is, i see the other person in awe, and more often than not I become judgmental about that skillful person. But the problem is, I see art in many places, others wouldn’t even consider. A good piece of furniture , or that seems to typical, I mean… a clean room, nicely cut vegetables, good perfume choice, good dressing sense … yea I consider that as art too.
I mean, that would make me a terribly easy target, ie someone who would succumb to smallish things in life.This would definitely qualify as one of my biggest weakness, not that I don’t have any other. But this one’s out in the wild. Let’s see if it gets me some day.
Why am I posting this? Well, I guess I’m not a bright bloke either.
