Art

I always love the arts, but I don't always shout that love from the rooftops or anything. But lately my love of artistic things has me wanting to write poetry and music rather than prose. (Although literature is artistic too, so really I don't know why this is the case.)

I love the beauty that can be felt in hearing a heartfelt song. I love the beauty that can be felt at the closure of a well-performed play. I love the feeling at museums. I love art. I get such a thrill in experiencing art, and I usually leave with joy.

I love how observing art is a process. It's not a one moment thing. For example, when I go to BYU's Museum of Art, I often first look at the art. I take it in for one moment, but in the next moment I observe the details, then the whole again. However, after I continue throughout an exhibit, I often go back to the earlier pieces of art and look at them again. I think about the art as I go home and again and again after that.

I've heard Handel's Messiah many, many times in my life, but each time brings new thoughts and experiences. I love it.

Art is something that moves both my heart and my thoughts. Art is something I love.