Timeless

We often ask “What makes art...art?”

When you enter a gallery you seek what speaks to you

When you hear music you cling to the words that carry you

When you watch a film you allow the visions and content to take you.

As intensely and as closely, I observe you.

Admire you.

I hear your words that carry me

Your physicality that speaks to me,

And your actions that take me.

In these moments I thank you for your presence.

The reality of knowing you exist;

As is,

Your human form is only a sliver of your true being;

Your soul extends beyond.

It is true that art is subjective;

Some may walk away,

Completely disregard.

But I say to you my Michaelangelo:

There is no price for your humanity,

There is no rating for your majesty,

There are no words for your presence.

Timeless masterpiece