“Writing, as a form of art, can’t be rushed,” Seham said during our second annual class Halloween party- cleverly disguised as the Girl With The Pearl Earring, cleverly disguised as message from the universe- conveniently delivered from a friend on a holiday.
Art is based on perception, perceptions construct reality, realities are lived, and life- well, life imitates art.
As cerebral, porous and dynamic as this is, I venture to inquire of art’s boundaries? May I mule over the parameters of a portrait? Are the context, placement, frame influential in how the painting is viewed? Does the frame act as a method of separation– a divider between our lived world of three dimensions and a canvassed world, an imagined world that consists of only line and color? Should a sculpture be assessed in terms of perceptual beauty- angle, color, symmetry, size? Or does the pedestal or the origin of the material- carry equal weight?
In a conversation about art, about beauty, about inspiration- what things are worthy of praise? Does the process diminish the result? Is the execution superior to the attempt?
Is success based on progress, procedure or product
I believe success is a personal construction, based solely on perception. As a connoisseur of life, arts, politics, and love- I choose analyses that best suit my values, interests, and preferences.
I strive to know myself- And to think without making thoughts my aim; and, to meet with Triumph and Disaster- and desperately trying to treat them just the same. Rudyard Kipling, If
Art cannot be rushed and neither can our understanding of art, or of the artists, or of the artist’s Creator.
I’m simply trying to right my wrongs, but it’s funny those same wrongs helped me write this song. Touch the Sky
Kalen Nicole 
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