We All Should Care

Accept the call for a deeper purpose.

ART

Three letters.

And so much to comprehend

Many have tried to theorize about it.

The dictionary tells us :

Art:  The conscious production or arrangement of sounds, colors, forms, movements, or other elements in a manner that affects the sense of beauty, specifically the production of the beautiful in a graphic or plastic medium.

According to the dictionnary, it is about beauty.
However, “Beauty lies in the eye of the Beholder” . Some of those artists, would even go al l the way around and tell you they’re trying to create something not beautiful.
Beauty us everywhere, among us. We’re assaulted with definitions ,and concepts of Beauty every single day. In the flashy perfect smile of a Hollywoodian star, or in the straight columns of an historic building. Everyone has its own idea of what Beauty is.

But what if it is not about beauty.
What if, in fact, it didn’t matter.

I’ve been considering it for a while now.
Comparing paintings, and songs, and books.
What really makes us go speechless, that we would just say it is beautiful.
Even when it is not really beautiful.

I remember that sequence, in the movie American Beauty . (There once again ,the fateful word … ^^). We could see a plastic bag flying around, caught in a twirling wind.
Plastic bags are ugly, that’s a fact. Useful but in matters of aesthetics, we could do much better. And they’re killers too. They kill dolphins. But I disgress.
That sequence was beautiful. Not in an aesthetic way, but truly because of the idea being it.
The guy who had the idea, the sensitivity to just stop a second in his life and comtemplate that bag had a great idea.

And I think that is what art is about.

Make us stop.
Shake our comfortable numbness
And  open the gates for us to think
And maybe, do something.
Whatever it is.

ART is about feelings.
You can’t be numb,  when you’re feeling something.

ART is about passion.
You can’t ignore it, when it shakes your very depths.

ART is about honesty
You can’t cheat, if you want others to feel it too

And if you add all of that, maybe, we will finally find a meaning for beauty, that everyone will agree on.

Artists able to create that are rare. I can think of two or maybe three but no more.
At least for myself. Singers that are able to make me cry, think, laugh, ponder, and tremble with just their voices and their words. I don’t know how. I’ll probably nevere know.
Because I wasn’t blessed with that gift. Or curse. Depends.

All I know is that those guys made me FEEL
They instilled Passion back in my life/

Cause I truy can’t live without ART.
I tried to forget about the colors, the rhymes and the rythms, but that doesn’t work.
Didn’t geet me anywhere.

Thus, tonight, I wanted to share with you that discovery.

ART IS NOT A LUXURY
IT IS A NECESSITY.

WE CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT PASSION

I know it can be hard for Artists.
As I said, if you want to produce art. You’ve got to be truthful.
The best actor would be the one that can even fool himself, and really believe that he is the let’s say bloodsucker? ^_^
The best painter would be the one that would sincerely believe he has drawn what he is seeing in front of him, as if it existed the exact way he drew it.

And the best singer, is the one that make you think
“God, He knows”

So, to al lof you, Artists, thanks

Thanks to bring Passion in our lives, thanks to give us so much.
I hope you get as much in return.

And seeing it is Thanksgiving somewhere in the world, I ‘ll add some personal thanks

Thanks J. Action, for bringing ART back in my life
And

Thanks Spencer Bell , for everything and much more.

Today marks the 3rd anniversary of the day that Brady Bell, Spencer’s younger brother, took him to the Emergency Room for stomach pains.

Never would they have guessed that he would be diagnosed with Adrenal cancer, that his young life would be cut extremely short.

I speak of Spencer’s courage quite often, but I rarely touch on the courage of Brady, of their parents, of Spencer’s family and friends.
Please understand, it isn’t because I downplay their relationship to him, but it is because I don’t have the words to bring them comfort, I don’t have the words to do them justice.

Having lost people very near, and dear to my heart, to cancer, I can tell you, there aren’t any words that anyone can say, to ease any bit of grief that you house in your soul.

So, I want them to know, in my unspoken words, there is respect, reverence, there is love, support, care, there is someone who knows that nothing can bring Spencer back, that nothing can lesson a fraction of that grief, and more than anything, there is a deep appreciation, and gratitude, for sharing Spencer with the rest of us, that would not have been blessed to know him otherwise.

Today, and every day we should always remember to say I love you to the ones we love, to embrace this thing we call life, because it’s taken away much too soon. Today, and every day after, we should eat dessert first, we should fall in love.
Today, we should dance like nobody is watching to the song of our hearts, and form the eternal knowledge that even after any of us are gone, the music lives on.

A poem that made me think of Spencer, and smile:

Do not weep for me for I have not gone.
I am the wind that shakes the mighty Oak.
I am the gentle rain that falls upon your face.
I am the spring flower that pushes through the dark earth.
I am the chuckling laughter of the mountain stream.
Do not weep for me for I have not gone.

I am the memory that dwells in the heart of those that knew me.
I am the shadow that dances on the edge of your vision.
I am the wild goose that flies south at Autumns call and I shall return at Summer rising.
I am the stag on the wild hills way.
I am just around the corner.

Therefore, the wise weep not.
But rejoice at the transformation of my Being.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here. It’s not that I’ve been too busy, it’s not that I didn’t want to, it’s just that I’m not as good at this as the rest of the writers on this site.

Todays topic comes from the thoughts that dance in my head just before I drift off to sleep. This one came to me three days ago.

If there was a way to stop time, would you? Would it be wise? What would you stop time for?

I would stop time for two things. Concerts and a lover.

The lover might be more understandable and accepted, so I’ll start there.

Laying in bed with the sunlight streaming in your window on a Sunday morning after a long night of lovemaking… Tell me you don’t want to stop time?

…If it were only so easy to stop time or bottle it… To sell it would be more precious than gold.

The concerts? When I’m at a concert and I look up into the lights (usually when they’re blue) I want to stop time, embrace and memorize the situation and never leave. It’s those moments that make me miss performing so much.

So what would you stop time for? If you could. How long before you would start it back up again? If ever.

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This rant is brought to you by Damien, Spider’s 6 year old son. He is the most passionate, caring person that I know. Young and old alike.

Out of somewhere (he has a train of thought, I can’t say nowhere) he says to Spider and I quote:

“Everything is made in China, and although stuff made in China is cute,the way they treat kids and other people is NOT cute.”

Do you ever think to pick up a product and look at the label, to see where it’s made?

Do you even know how badly people and especially the children, who work in those “sweat shops” making a lot of these products that we frequently buy, are treated?

Have you ever even given a second thought to it?

Damien has.

So, look forward to more posts from him, “Rants By Damien” is the newest addition to We All Should Care,next time under his name.

His mom may have to help him type it, but the tangent will belong solely to him.

Damien, you ROCK.