10.15.23
There’s a lot of art out there—visual and/or musical—that makes the world feel more cramped than it really is. And I hate that. It makes some part of life bigger than it really is, or worse yet, it makes ME feel like I’m bigger than I really am. Its moral compass is either confused or self-centered. And the result is an off-centered world that feels smaller than it should be because its center is something much too tiny to support it.
I love art, however, that reminds me that while I am a part of something bigger, I am not its center (me or some other unworthy thing). It opens up to me a little lens or a yawning window (depending on the art) into a wide wide world—a world that is far deeper and broader and higher and farther than my own confusion and self-centeredness would lead me to believe. And wow, we get to live in it.
