Sometimes I can’t help but feel this way.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel this way.
Rip my heart from stone.
Evening falls and I am listening ever intently, never ceasing while you chisel me away.
Down, beneath the Earth, where blood like velvet,
and eyes like the midnight sky meet.
Jostled and thrown when you formed me as a woman damned to sing,
evermore; until when I am
ready to depart.
And when I am done, let me know, so I may return to stone.
I am of the opinion that the universal value of art is greater than the sanctity of one or of several human lives. I do not believe this in the sense that for every painting created one should sacrifice himself willingly to protect it; instead, I believe that it is the voice, timeless nature, and culture portrayed within works of art that are worth the sanctity of human life.
When looking at art as a whole, it is apparent that the voice and the ideas it speaks of are far beyond the life of a single man. The works of both ancient and modern times capture thoughts of the cultural era in which they were created. They each encase the passions of man within their brush strokes, melodies, photographs, and scrapings of marble. Each respected piece does not simply communicate the mind of its artisan; it reveals a glimpse of the period in time in which such a thing of beauty was created. Each piece represents struggle, love, hatred, oppression, and freedom which ultimately make the thoughts and actions of men immortal. If one is eager to fight and die for the country they love in battle, would it not be noble then to do the same for such a cultural importance as art? Since the heart and spirit of a nation is embedded in the art it produces, it is of the utmost importance to preserve and protect it. After all, many men have died for causes much more wicked than that of art.
The consistency of art and its immortal impact leads me to believe it is worth the sanctity of human life. Its universal proclamation of harmony and beauty allows separate nations of men to appreciate a common object. Art, much like mathematics, is a universal language which can reach any audience despite national boundaries. It is a way to influence others peacefully by using beauty instead of might. The universal value of this beauty reaches beyond just a single soul. Its ability to impact men outside the limitations of time, race, and gender leads me to believe art is worth the sanctity of human life because that is what it represents. While men live and die, art remains consistent. The endeavors, innovations, and important figures of each period in history are captured within its creations. The inspiration of ancient and new ideas can be seen in the paintings, songs, architecture, and sculpture these ideas produced. It is in this way that the concept of art does not operate simply on a physical level; art tells the immortal story of man, what he has accomplished, what he has created, and what he has made better for himself and his country. In my opinion, the sanctity of human life is art and all it represents.
If the dignity and sanctity of man is preserved in the beautiful things he creates, man should be willing to die for the good of these creations. It is the universal value of art that makes its protection crucial. Art is an indicator that men from different national standings are able to come together and appreciate something beautiful and historical as one. It shows the cultural struggles of those before us and inspires those alive in the present to innovate, create, and change society for the better. Pieces of art are pieces of mankind’s soul and if one cannot die for something such as that, what then can one die for?
Do you believe that aesthetics have an effect on our mood or on our culture?
When I look around the world and throughout history, I see that the aesthetics of architecture, art, music, and clothing seem to reflect the nature of the individuals participating or existing within these specific aesthetic environments. It is as if the way things are placed, shaped, and created within a certain culture influence what is produced or what is valued.
Grey, dark, and uniform buildings line the streets of industrial areas where those who exist within it are expected to work. In areas meant to emit a prestigious air, we see prim and proper colours, statues, large and intricate arches which tower over you patronizingly. Does the design of our environment change how we react?
I think it’s amazing that the style of things impacts us as people so greatly!
I will just delve right in.
For a long and horrible time I have felt discontented with the space I have been living in. Trashy, arrogant, and quite uninteresting people litter the town I am grudgingly placed in and, frankly, I have had quite enough of it.
Thoughts and feelings, that were much to bizarre and sporadic for those who surrounded me, plagued my consciousness night and day. I longed to depart from this place; this place so full of uniformity and no definitive culture. Nothing which exists here is pleasing to me.
No, there is absolutely nothing at all.
There was a day not so long ago when I, while lying sick in bed with a hellish cold, began to daydream about the world beyond this small plot of insignificance; after all, the borders of our world do stretch very far and contain a vast verity of things. I mused over the sands of the deserts, the wide wash of the sea, the mountains of Thekkady, the farm lands of North Holland, and the heavy night air of Paris. My thoughts swung me in directions of art and music … there was so much to be done … so much to be seen!
I concluded then that I was glad I would never belong here in this swamp full of dead ends …
I need to leave.
I found myself looking all over the globe in order to pin point my first destination. My keen curiosity for European literature, art, and ways of thought led me to determine that I must make one of these fine countries my new place of living for at least a short period of time. The thought of only a minor commute between some of the most beautiful cities I had ever read about tempted me as a siren tempts a sailor.
My lack of finances troubled me however. Europe is rather an expensive endeavour and, as I’m only just beginning my time in University, would not be the most realistic choice for me to make. How awful to have thoroughly entertained the ideal life only to have it torn away so quickly by one fundamental flaw! A problem which could only be solved by plenty of time and labour; time and labour which I wished not to toil over here …
However, there had been once place I overlooked … a place I’d never noticed nor been interested in before; and how unfortunate for me to have not done so before. My final inquiry led me to research Berlin, Germany.
I was a first hesitant to look at the city but, by God, my preconceived notions were wrong. Apparently, Berlin is a popular spot for artist types, aspiring students, or those who happen to be low on funds at the present time. I started to look into the language as well … I happen to love the sound of it. Why, I believe I wouldn’t mind learning a new way of speaking and expressing myself. It is a challenge that seems enjoyable to me.
I’ve learned that Berlin is a lively city with beautiful architecture and thriving night life. In fact, most clubs will have a cover charge of only €5 to €15 – and they’re open all night long! Lovely for meeting crazy characters and interesting folk. Further, the rent for a one bedroom apartment – including utilities – within the city itself would not be more than €1300 a month – which is significantly lower than living in Toronto or any other European capital city I assume – so … if I include clothing, food, internet, a cell phone, transportation … I believe it should come to nearly €3000 per month … and that’s not including health care or tuition fees …
Obviously I need to get my shit together before I try to do this.
I have been captivated by the idea of living in Europe and having access to such magical locations. I feel as though I need to escape from here and run off far, far away! So, I’ve decided to form a plan.
I must save up as much money as I can … perhaps if I am able to earn $10,000 each year as a student working part-time I will be able to retain enough throughout my under graduate program to afford Berlin! Also, if my performance in school allows, I could request a transfer … or perhaps even obtain a scholarship! This all is said in knowing that the going is not going to be easy and my dedication must never waver, not even slightly.
Going to Berlin with 30 grand in my pocket wouldn’t be impossible … would it?