It is absolute certainty the valuable existing in us and among us, undoubtedly undeniable worth and purpose, or are we without purpose? One can think it is immeasurable, uncountable. It is still not necessary for humans to acknowledge worth or measure worth to survive? So, to say art has absolute value, a mathematical term, intrinsic value is there because of the process and the idea of making a visible thought mark by human hand. What is it that is valuable in art? Its mere existence, it is made by someone, it is a message of what? We have to think about it, what it means. To understand value is to grow value something, what we most value is humans? And how we become to value something is through necessity, guidance and skill, making and endurance and what we get. Our needs bring value, our constant needs, unstoppable. Need to stay alive is also a destructive one?
Man entered flowers, tattoos, piercings. Sat on the stairs staring out smelling of wet grass and rain, leaf on his head, yellow, couldn’t say anything. Brown spots, small birch. Nature Wild How In the dirt. I don’t know. How fragile are we? Sting to be stung by a sudden wasp in the hair. When you torched your hair didn’t know what to be stung, sting, hit, anger in fists, in small beings staring outside scared.
She looks like she has had a rough life, full of hardship and violence. How does that first impression make us look at her? It is a drawing from a picture of an arrested person which I found online, an elderly woman with fierce look on her face. She is not defeated, she is not surprised and she is very different from an ideal look for a woman which interests me. I don’t know who she is, what she did or what has been done to her. Her face is a story. We let our imagination wonder and wander when we let it and are able to, assumptions and stereotypes lead our thinking very easily. Feelings of contempt and repulsion, feeling of fear, of pity, wanting to judge her on the spot come so quick and toss her aside as unwanted now that she is captured.