Art is everywhere. In front of you, behind you, ten miles away, two minutes back. The sounds you hear, the things you see. It's all art, it's all a masterpiece of life. The negative things are art, they tell a story. No matter if it is horrible and illegal, it tells a story of some kind and it contributes to the world in either a negative or positive way. In some scenarios, there was both a negative and positive outcome.
The type of art I was interested in was the sounds that instruments produced, the markings that my pencils and paint made, and the printed pictures of moments which are kept for ever. I practiced only two of the three interesting actions. I have created different sketches and paintings and drawings by hand. I have captured different moments, posed or natural, and kept them on my wall to remember the time. I was mesmerized by the sounds though.
I never learned how to play an instrument, I wish I did. The sounds acted as a spell on me. They could control my emotions and thoughts. They could get me to be still and quiet when no one else could. The mere thought of having a chance to try to produce such mesmerizing sounds intrigued me. And I tried to take every chance I could when it was an available option.
That's how I got to be in the place I am, letting my fingers run across the keys gently of this piano. This instrument of art that appeared on my desk. I have had the keys present for a month now and I taught myself how to play one song. One song that had washed away my stress after I finished the day. It was beautiful. I knew I messed up in the notes, I was aware I went too fast or too slow at times. But overall, it took me into another world. I left my stress and insecurities in reality as I drifted into space.
And to know that my sense of happiness and calmness comes from an unrealistic object strengthens my emotions. An object that was created out of no where. It makes my feelings, my thoughts, more intense and keen.
The type of art that I've become more aware of now is verbal art. All the songs I hear, if they are the notes produced by an artificial object or if it's a song created but the birds and wind, I have grown to listen too more. The sounds I hear teach me about all the emotions that have passed through and by. The art I've surrounded myself around now has shaped me into a different person. Yet I'm still the same. I've just become more sensitive and thoughtful. The music has never affected me this way before, it's never changed my life drastically. Though I would say this is positive. It would never be negative in my eyes.
Everyone has that one object, action, living being with them that they are known for. That affects their life positively. People don't associate me with music though, since I've kept this all a secret as if I'm afraid I were doing something illegal. But some have associated me with paintings, with physical art. But I've realized that is what this all started out as.
As just a painted piano that defied reality and gifted me with happiness.
