I've been thinking… about our need for pain. Shall I explain?
The expression of pain through musical or visual or literary art is a great example of how misery loves company. Relating to the minor cadences of a haunting piece of music, or the prose of a suicidal poem which cascades through every veiny patch of memories we can't stanch but masochistically tap into on repeat-- these things are created to elicit an emotional, visceral reaction, and likely, they are only successful in doing so because they were created by a wounded vessel. It's strange to look at it so analytically… so devoid of passion… but, I am stimulated by the fact that human beings, in their most desolate states have the succinct capacity to generate empathy for hundreds of years past their momentary expression of need.
Art is a need before it is a comfort. It is an obsession before it is a solution. One artist's pain is the medicine or the lesson for a human being oceans away, decades to come. Art therapy has been implemented in child psychology for decades and has entered rehabilitation centers such as prisons and hospitals-- as a useful step toward healing. Music has long been found to activate babies' brains, Alzheimer patients' memories and assisted in mental illness studies.
The human experience in every way begins with pain and survives pain and often relinquishes to pain in the end of our lives. And we can be united or divided because of pain… But the art of pain is something that hypnotizes us into a state of collective understanding. As much as we need affection, love, nurturing and forgiveness in life, we, also, need pain. Pain protects us, informs us and delivers us from bad situations as we self-preserve in both healthy and unhealthy adaptive manners. The music we turn to is an equalizer in feeling, at least in part, that we are not alone. Books are life-savers in that regard many times. Poems are meditations for us. Photographs are inspirations… Art is the mirror of life when it is authentic. It is also our glimpse of fantasy and escape. Art is necessary. And so is the pain that it comes from.
That's all for now.
The expression of pain through musical or visual or literary art is a great example of how misery loves company. Relating to the minor cadences of a haunting piece of music, or the prose of a suicidal poem which cascades through every veiny patch of memories we can't stanch but masochistically tap into on repeat-- these things are created to elicit an emotional, visceral reaction, and likely, they are only successful in doing so because they were created by a wounded vessel. It's strange to look at it so analytically… so devoid of passion… but, I am stimulated by the fact that human beings, in their most desolate states have the succinct capacity to generate empathy for hundreds of years past their momentary expression of need.
Art is a need before it is a comfort. It is an obsession before it is a solution. One artist's pain is the medicine or the lesson for a human being oceans away, decades to come. Art therapy has been implemented in child psychology for decades and has entered rehabilitation centers such as prisons and hospitals-- as a useful step toward healing. Music has long been found to activate babies' brains, Alzheimer patients' memories and assisted in mental illness studies.
The human experience in every way begins with pain and survives pain and often relinquishes to pain in the end of our lives. And we can be united or divided because of pain… But the art of pain is something that hypnotizes us into a state of collective understanding. As much as we need affection, love, nurturing and forgiveness in life, we, also, need pain. Pain protects us, informs us and delivers us from bad situations as we self-preserve in both healthy and unhealthy adaptive manners. The music we turn to is an equalizer in feeling, at least in part, that we are not alone. Books are life-savers in that regard many times. Poems are meditations for us. Photographs are inspirations… Art is the mirror of life when it is authentic. It is also our glimpse of fantasy and escape. Art is necessary. And so is the pain that it comes from.
That's all for now.
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ReplyDeleteOne of your most insightful blogs . One has only to think of artists such as Van Gogh to see how pain can be transformed into beauty . The Jazz world is no stranger to those that channel their personal pain into wonderful works of music.
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