Beauty is the Beholder
He is the first artist , He is the Greatest artist , He is the only true original aritist.
Art gallery: me, strolling casually along the aisle staring at the pieces with ignorant criticism since none of them seems to make sense. Now, imagine this art gallery as the world, and each of us a canvas by a single artist. But in this setting, each of us fulfils a dual role, as both a canvas and also as me, walking around criticising all the others.
Doesn’t really make sense, does it? And yet somehow, this is still what I find myself doing every day. When I came to this rather uncomfortable realisation, I got to thinking, what is the reason for all this masked animosity? Is it not really that we think we are not the artists favourite canvas, that we try to break down all the others in order to gain greater self-worth, I mean, if only one painting by a truly great artist remains, it would become…
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