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Art Explains Our Feelings to Us
That’s what art is for.
Unexpressed, our feelings just muddle around confusing us with their unreliable ways. Feelings contradict themselves. They contain multitudes.
Put a feeling into words, however, and the light bulb goes on in the basement.
Put a feeling into an image, and our spirit relaxes, cozy and safe in bed.
Put a feeling into movement, and our bones know communion with the garden dirt.
Feelings aren’t a snob
We’ll cry just as hard at the cheesy greeting card as at the opera as at the 30-second reel as at the Louvre.
We weep with recognition and relief that we are not alone.
We laugh with recognition and relief that we are not alone.
We tuck the memory of the art into the pocket of our heart so we remember we are not alone.
You don’t need any special qualifications to express feelings as art.
You don’t need talent. You don’t need training. You don’t need to be good at it.
I get grumpy when people say they aren’t artists.
So I wrote this poem to explain my feelings.
Perhaps it has made you feel something, too?
That is the alchemy magic eternal flame joyful union spontaneous joining of souls beyond time
that is art.
You’re welcome.
Now it’s your turn.
– Sam
©2025
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