Art

Although I have always kept one foot in the arts, I have more or less spent the past couple of years completely submerged in the sciences. I'm sure many people have expressed similar sentiments, but the sciences are (though with exceptions) nice in the compact way that it is clear-cut, logical, and (more or less) straightforward. On the other hand, the arts have always been a messy sort of thing; it is open to interpretation (and proud of it) and for the same piece of work, there are probably as many explanations of it as there are pairs of eyes/ears looking at/hearing it. For someone deeply devoted to the sciences, it sometimes seems a silly thing.

But despite the fact that my day-to-day life is so detached from the arts (all the more so that I am doing research work), there come moments where the need to express is just so strong that I cannot even decide whether to draw or to write or to compose. There are moments where I find myself so moved, so touched, that I want other people to understand and to comprehend the depth of the emotion, and yet find myself so witheringly at a loss to do so. It is a hollow thing, to feel something and be unable to share it.

I spent today being rather unproductive, mostly sitting at home, watching a couple of movies that I'd planned to watch for a while (but had never gotten around to doing so). But the movies were just done so well - the strength of humanity to unite in the face of difficulty, the comprehension of loss, the bittersweetness of parting - that I ended the day feeling so saturated that I could not just sit still. These are the days where I curse my ineptness with words, my clumsy artwork, my inability to improvise...how fulfilling it must be to be able to give form to the soul! To be able to praise, to love, to cherish the human condition!