Post 23

"I went to the Polk Museum of Art for this assignment, and I stayed there for at least 40 minutes.”

Art is defined by Webster as “The quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.” This is exactly what I re-learned when I went to the Museum. I absolutely love art, and I always have. I personally, sketch, paint and graffiti; I was even going to go to Art School and do graphic design. But God has called me to do something different in my life, and art has been pushed to the side since coming to Southeastern. This trip really reminded me of how much I miss and appreciate art for what it truly is; beauty that pushes the mind, heart and soul. Webstar said that art is more than ordinary significance and that is exactly what I believe. In W.H. Auden’s, Musee des Beaux Arts he explored the meaning behind a painting through his literature. His poem is an example of how art doesn’t only pertain to an artistic mind, but a logical or scientific mind even. The piece of artwork that I stayed examing for 6 minutes at the museum was a sketch called Attempt to Speak Clearly, by Ummarid “Tony” Eitharong. The picture is off a man, with a blurred face and clentched hands, with a separate set of hands on either side. I really loved this piece because I feel that it pushes or describes a message through his artwork. I think more art needs to portray a message rather than so much of this “modern art” we see recently. I mean I love modern art, but usually art with a message encourages thinking and can even help someone to learn something new. As I studied the picture, I felt that it portrayed a man going through an internal struggle to be heard. He’s frustrated and wants to express himself any way he can, yet he is silenced by the world.

Their trapped, their concealed

Their hidden by the world, choked by people

Society tries to claim my thoughts, my mind

My heart, but I won’t be silenced.

To the world my face looks blurred

They hear my words, as thoughtless mumbles

They watch my mouth, and turn their heads

When will they see that my life matters?

I won’t be silenced

When will they see my voice matters?

I will not be silenced

It’s more than a crime

Silence, kills my soul

Speech-less by force

Their words are not worth more than mine

Society wants to speak for all

But even in my death, I will scream

My scream speaks clearly

I will never lose my voice

I will never die

Because a true soul, finds away to be heard

When all else says be quiet

A true soul attempts to speak clearly