Art

Art

To see a scorned, beaten, and crucified
man, lying dead in the arms of his mother is an image, which can inspire
overwhelming emotions within the heart of an observer. Yet, for the longest
time I've had such difficulty looking at Michelangelo's art in this way.

To me, art has never been about expressing oneself or conveying a message
to others, but simply creating an image for the sake of beauty and perfection.

When I look at Michelangelo's art I see
a cold, solid mass of marble carved by the skilled hands of a master, Rather
than this work of great beauty, capable of eliciting a deeply emotional
response. I look at it in terms of the techniques Michelangelo used
the understanding he had of the human form, to render a piece ultimately
comprising precision and realism. It has been upon these standards that

I have based my concept of what art is.

In my eyes, art has always been just a
unique ability that I have. I feel driven by it, not to express some deep
emotion, but almost as an obsession to perfect my own ability. Every stroke
of a brush and every motion I make are to make what I've created more detailed,
graceful, and real. I'm only now beginning to realize how much more there
is to art than what I had previously understood.

When I look at a piece of my work, I see
the detail and realism of it, yet somehow I feel that these aspects are
all that it possesses. I wonder whether or not I've almost turned my sense
of art into a science that lacks the essential characteristics of art,
which are expression and emotion. Somehow now I have begun to see that
the strictness and precision of my art truly is an expression of who I
am, and that through it, one can understand how I perceive the world around
me.

Personally I feel uncomfortable in a world
where nearly every aspect of our lives is becoming less clearly defined
and where right and wrong are continually forsaken for a vague sense of
truth. So in some respects, art provides me with the sense of structure,
order, and continuity, which I feel, is lacking in modern life.

I've found that the meaning of art goes
far beyond any technique or style, and that for each individual, art is
a reflection of his or her own unique identity. While the touching image
of a mother and child or the powerful story of the scorned savior in the

Pieta may bring tears to the eyes of some, but in my eyes the greatest
beauty and the deepest meaning exists in the grace and realism that lies
within every detail of this masterpiece.