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    Looking

    01.22.2014 / ART + DESIGN

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    There was this old man that used to come in to the coffee shop where I often write, plopping himself on a big red sofa and spending hours sifting through wrinkled books and weathered photographs, magnifying glass in hand. Every now and then, he would look up and breathe in a deep, satisfied sigh, as if he’d discovered something he’d been searching for, all “There! There it is! It was here all along!

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    A few months ago, I asked him what he was looking at. And he told me something beautiful that I’d recognized as a Joan Miro quote:

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    “You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at a picture for a second and think of it all your life.”

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    He went on to say that he’d always been a man of few words. But that images and pictures and portraits spoke to him in his native language: one of beauty. One of soul. One of purpose.

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    And I realized something enormous that day. Art matters to few, but to those who are looking, it is everything. To those who see, it is light. Creativity and art and design are often tossed away as frivolous subjects, relegated to paintings behind glass and murals on street corners. But to some, they are words. They are speeches and books and novels and history and language, all immersed into a picture as abstract as the meaning itself.

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    I have a feeling that you’re one of the few who are looking.

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    I have a feeling I am, too.

    Image Credits: Chad Wys

    p.s. Because beauty is in the blur.

    • Gina

      My father always used to say that he was a man of few words. I never hear that any more, so when I saw it in your post, it brought such happy memories along with a few bittersweet ones as well. My dad has been gone for almost 4 years now, and some days I do still forget, thinking, I can call dad, he would know what glue would stick here, and silly things like that. My dad is the one who taught me how to look and see. Lately I haven’t been doing enough of that, letting the noise of life get in the way of seeing. Thank you for reminding me to stop and see more.

      • Oh Gina, I’m so sorry for your loss – I’m sure it’s still just as hard now 4 years later. But I love that you’re still looking, seeing and remembering him in this special, visual way. :)

    • I love your mind, your purpose, your journey. Thank you for your for expressing your joy.

    • Beautiful. I’m glad you asked him, and took the time to share his story!

    • I love that you asked him and made a connection. I’m sure you’ll remember the conversation for a long time. We forget to talk to each other in this modern world — everyone is in their own universe and we forget that other people are living, thinking beings that have interesting thoughts of their own.

      • OMG I COULD NOT AGREE MORE. Was just thinking about that this morning!!!

    • leslie

      This post gave me goosebumps. So beautiful and how lucky to bump into a person like that. You know, the first painting that made me cry was a van gogh self portrait. his gaze was so intense i felt i was staring into his eyes. I was 21, and was feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of life and here was this self portrait of a man that felt immense pain and sorrow looking back at me. it was amazing and such a cathartic experience. Thank you!

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