I have been watching, studying and appreciating a decent amount of art lately – paintings, sketches, photography, sculptures, even a few graffiti. Although I have been fascinated by photography and photorealism for a long time and I love practicing them both, I think I’ve really started to fall for paintings with a little distorted vision.
There is a reason most people like paintings and sketches more than photographs. That being said, I do not mean to say that photography as an art form in any way is inferior to painting. Both are admirable forms of art.
But Paintings, those are something else altogether. It’s astounding that what is now a masterpiece, something that stupefies the senses was nothing but a piece of blank canvas or a white piece of paper. They make us feel in a way, Godlike, I think. It is a creation of our own mind, the creation we control, the creation that would cease to exist if so did we. Simultaneously by existing they too signify our existence, make us feel like we’ve left our mark for others to admire.
The chaos in paintings somehow emphasizes the distortions of our disturbed mind. Works in impressionism, cubism, surrealism, even a simple sketch, incomplete, not smudged to perfection – the crudeness is a little bit soothing. There remains a mystery which is far more disturbing but still a little desirable. We create the world where everyone, everything stands next to one another, depth is nothing but a shade more, a color deeper.
I think a sketch or a painting is much more appealing to the eye, much more than a photograph, for a reason; maybe because it is a little raw, a little incomplete, a little disturbed.
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Picture by Lia Leslie
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