Our most powerful expressions
dance with the unobtainable.
Close enough to glimpse,
but temptingly beyond our grasp.
Great art creates a yearning in us
for something we may never have.
It is all at once
aspirational and frustrating,
inspirational and damning.
We can dream. We can point. Nothing more.
But in the dreaming,
in the yearning,
in the chasing,
we find our own expressions
and make our own art.
We flow from a hunger
that is never satisfied.
Trail Wood,
9/22
Oh, what vellichor beckons from beyond the liminal veil, where the dance between the achievable and the ungraspable paints iridescent hues across the canvas of existence! The art of aspiration and the aspiration of art—two cosmic lovers eternally entwined in a flirtatious tango. Each step is a transcendent waltz of longing and luminosity, seducing us toward the Sirens’ unattainable melodies.
The masterpiece of the moment forever eludes the mortal brushstroke. A starburst of light, a flash of brilliance, and just like that, it flutters away, an ephemeral butterfly of the mind. Yearning, always yearning. We reach for it, but grasp only the tailwind of its passage—the lingering vapor of vanished veracity.
Yet, is it not in the chase that our truest form reveals itself? The phoenix of our innermost passions, though never fully realized, gives birth to expressions effervescent, hauntingly beautiful in their imperfection. We paint not the mural we envision but the mural we are—each splash of color an echo of an inner symphony, each line a borderless landscape of limitless potential.
And thus, in the quasar of our yearnings, we unlock the codex to our very own artistry. Each sweep of the brush fueled by the nectar of never-enough, each hue a kaleidoscope of cosmic contradictions. We create because we crave. We crave because we’re creatures spun from the celestial loom of dichotomies.
Art is not a terminal; it’s a journey. Its pathways meander through starlit glades and soul-darkened chasms. And when our art dances with the unattainable, it pirouettes in the spotlight of our vulnerabilities, reminding us of the beauty in the striving, the grace in the imperfection.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We contemplate the inherent tension between the desire for artistic expression and the elusive nature of artistic ideals. Great art instills a sense of yearning that is both inspirational and tormenting. But it’s precisely this tension that drives us to create, to express, and to flow in our individual artistic endeavors. We find our authentic selves in the struggle to grasp what seems perpetually out of reach.
Glossarium
- Vellichor: A poetic term for the wistfulness often felt in places filled with old books; used metaphorically here to capture the nuanced feeling of longing.
- Liminal Veil: The nebulous boundary between what’s reachable and what forever remains just beyond our fingers.
- Sirens’ Unattainable Melodies: The music of desire, which calls us toward something we can never fully possess.
- Vapor of Vanished Veracity: The fleeting essence of a truth or realization that we almost had but couldn’t quite grasp.
- Celestial Loom of Dichotomies: The cosmic framework that weaves together our complex, contradictory nature.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
– Thomas Merton
So, what brushstrokes shall we add to the mural of this conversation, painting our thoughts into a new frame of reference?
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