Language is the medium. Words are the values. The imagination is the canvas. The artist applies layers of meaning with skill and precision; writing and rewriting until the masterpiece conforms to the intention of the artist. Or perhaps the artist conforms to the intentions of the masterpiece.
The words lay dormant on the page until confronted by the reader. Silently they lay in wait, like strokes of paint, reading to leap into the mind’s eye and tantilize the reader. Great writing, like great art, doesn’t entertain. It engages the viewer. The masterpiece lures us in and together we commune. The masterpiece whispers complexity and truth. We are invited to participate, to reply from our experiences and complexities. We moved beyond language into a union of the soul.
Very often, Vanyieck, I find you articulate certain sentiments wonderfully – this is certainly one of those times.