I wish I knew the artist.
An artist’s vision is a mysterious thing. They notice and admire beauty everywhere. People who are not artists create astounding beauty every day in a million ways. That’s the saving grace about the human race. We are able to conjure beauty out of our imaginations. We actually have a prodigious talent for creating works that inspire, that make you want to live more fully.
What would our world be without beauty? Beauty is nourishment for the soul. We have to have it or we die, soul-first. What is beauty for me may be ho-hum for you, but you have to have some kind of beauty too. We all do.
I have lived with people who don’t care about physical aesthetics, who don’t notice it, but they love the shape of ideas and stories. That was their special beauty. They lived for it. They harped on it. They bored other people about it. Because they could see it better than their compatriots.
But I see now that it was their lifeblood. They couldn’t live without it.
Those of us who have dedicated our lives to producing things of beauty and overarching meaning are essential to this world. The world must be fed a sumptuous diet of beauty, and at the moment it’s on a meager regime. It could use a more generous fund of beauty in all its forms — physical, intellectual and spiritual.
We who write and produce art are feeding a world starved for beauty and meaning.
We have our work cut out for us, because it is not only refused, but longed for, thirsted after.
We must not be discouraged by a society that has forgotten what beauty is. We are in touch with a current of energy that is more fundamental to the nature of things. Our job is to keep the faith and produce the beauty we can.
Our job is to help our fellow humans get hold of a sense of deeper significance to their life.
We who create art of any kind feel we are charged with the noble task of saving the world with beauty. Are we right? Does it matter if we’re not?
We’ll do it anyway.
- Anima Fire is my publication. Have a look.