![]() I stood there among the dispersed group for a few moments to be polite. Only one woman standing in the front and center of the group asked her questions, and only then, the guide would stumble and pause to reconsider. Her words were well-rehearsed exact, never faltering. Their attentions were directed at the guide who explained each component of the painting, its background, its artist. The agitation in his first work is so transparent, that I and a group of people alike gathered in front of it, immediately confronted by the work of art. ![]() There are shaded cylinder and triangular shapes desperately attempting to penetrate the smog, however, only to be blended back in with the colors. I turned to read the sign that correlated to these artworks- Umberto Boccioni’s States of Mind I-III 1991 again, “Set in a train station, this series of three paintings explores the psychological dimension of modern life’s transitory nature.” In the painting furthest one to the left, The Farewells, he invokes a sense of motion in the image of a train station by making smoke to be the majority of the artwork, burying the train so that only hints of the train are visible. The unclear lines, use of sharply blended colors, and disoriented dimensions propelled an uncomfortable feeling inside me. They were equally spaced away from each other, but within them and between them, I see fluidity. Three paintings hung on the empty white walls of the Museum of Modern Art. These lurking emotions disappear only to resurface, barely disturbing time and space at all. In a moment’s confusion, the instant is captured and remembered in one’s mind. It is strange to be anything at all in a world of creatures who are “anything at all.” Our eyes are able to see, concepts that we understand or never are able to understand… They have the power to change our emotions and make us cry and laugh. That just is, and does not need understanding but rather, keen attention to detail and to one’s own brevity.Ī Shark in the Mind of One Contemplating Wilderness It was difficult to describe something that just, is… In a way that is neither oversimplified nor overdone-neither understood or for a lack of a better analogy, stripped of any grounding-confused. The hardest struggle I had in this deepening essay was finding direction and put simply-not floating up into the clouds about topics that are seemingly out of reach for people. ![]() Through art and wilderness, and connections between humans and the natural world, one can further understand the concept of existence and beauty that is to be wondered at and noticed, yet not searched for and manipulating. AUTHOR’S NOTE: Timelessness lives on in one’s memory timelessness lives on in the universe.
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