the language of art

Art in its various forms impacts us humans, perhaps the animal world too.

Sitting on the steps of the old PO on the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke Street last year with a bloke who had just offered to share his beverage of choice which was in a brown bag, sat with me. 

A busker was setting up. 

The stranger asked me if he was any good, I suggested he listen to see what he thought.  

As the music filled the Spring air, we sat in silence the stranger and I, the music transported us away.

For a while it seemed the world had stopped and there were only the three of us on this busy mall.

On a recent holiday I was struck by the beauty of the Fiords in NZ's South Island, (see picture above) a natural work of art, it evoked the same response I had on the Mall.

I commented to The Ruth how sometimes people feel the need to place a verse from the Bible on pictures such as the one above, as if it adds to its beauty or justifies its existence.

Art and beauty in all its form, or so it seems to me, speaks without the need for words.  

Art, is more than 'entertainment', it should provoke, disturb and comfort, rich or poor, mad or sane, what ever gender, race, creed, colour or age.