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How Art Makes Us Feel Alive

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Late summer 2017. October to be precise. I was 22, and it was around midday when I entered the impressive entrance hall of the Museu National d’Art de Catalunya. My steps were heavy and slow. I was walking in the eye of a hurricane. At least that’s how it felt. I was numbing so many emotions that I ended up drunk from the emotional cocktail inside of me. I felt everything and nothing and all.

 

It was not my first exhibition. Nor was it my first time in a museum. But it was like hearing a song over and over again never getting the true nature of the song, until one day when you’re vulnerable and approachable enough, and it feels like every single word and melody is an echo of your soul.

 

I went from one exhibition to the other, and with every single one, I felt relief. With every single one, I felt understood without saying a single word. My last presentation was the one of the Modern art of the 19th century, which was by far my favourite one. I love how the flair of former bourgeois was conserved in this paintings and how contrary the bohemian spirit of those painters was to those.

 

„Art for Art’s Sake.“ I stumbled over this sentence, which should bring clarity to the mist. It felt like an accusation. I’ve lost what I love because I was not doing it for the right sake. I was not creating content anymore as a love for writing. I’ve lost the magic. The magic of the moment when you bring to life the yet unborn imagination. The magic of putting your heart and soul into something that is meaningful to you. It feels like exhaling. And I was holding my breath.

„Art for Art’s Sake.“ I stumbled over this sentence, which should bring clarity to the mist. It felt like an accusation. I’ve lost what I love because I was not doing it for the right sake. I was not creating content anymore as a love for writing. I’ve lost the magic. The magic of the moment when you bring to life the yet unborn imagination. The magic of putting your heart and soul into something that is meaningful to you. It feels like exhaling. And I was holding my breath.

 

Whenever we are trying to master a challenging position during the ballet classes, our teacher always tells us to exhale. „Do not forget to breathe!“, She says. That’s Art. Whenever we are expressing our souls through art, we exhale. And whenever we get lost for a while in the beauty of art, we inhale. As we do so, it enables us to master the challenges, the fears, the anger, the pain and to remain in joy, hope, peace, love and passion.  And we heal.

 

As a person, who feels very strongly, surrounding myself with art, and expressing myself through any art, became essential. As a 12-year-old girl, who was bullied by others in school due to my skin colour, I remember how calming the view of the star painted night sky was for me. It made me feel at ease; it made me dream again, it made me sad I thought, cause most of the time I end up crying.  But now I know that I was exhaling the pain I was dealing with at school.

Now, think of something you heard, saw, read or did, that was so beautiful that it made you feel something, took your breath away or allow you to find a way through the storm inside of you. Try to bring back this moment for a while. That’s what it is, that’s Art. For the sake to make us feel something. To make us feel alive.

Nella

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  • Jackie

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    Beautiful. Thank you for the words I really needed to read right now.

    Juni 12, 2018 at 9:40 pm

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