Types of art

There are two types of art. Truly. That art which you can understand. Which can fit in your palm and be grasped tightly. There is then the type which you would not even attempt to wrap your fingers around. For though you understand not this art at least you understand that it is not meant to be considered in the light of any sort of cage. The richness of this world cannot yet properly be illuminated, for its depths are still beyond the reach of your radiance. Though in the anguish of your misunderstanding you strangely find a sort of balance begin unravel as a surge of primal intuition erupts: what you see at its core is you. You see what dwells underneath it all. And though no one understands. No one appreciates. They misinterpret for what such a creation is meant. It is meant to evoke whatever you can see. What you can feel. What you can touch and hear. Made only more brilliant by the life it breathes into your imagination. Because it, above all else, signifies the commitment of its creator to life: with zeal in pursuit of its highest highs and in equal earnest of its lowest lows. Whatever of art you cannot understand, it only means to reassure you of the way. It says in simplest form, “Trust that beyond words and understanding, but as undeniable as the heart that beats in your chest.”