Painted Dreams

I wonder sometimes how much art reveals
about a person, whether it is a piece that
they have created or a something they like.
In the realm of painting, I like the pre-
Raphaelites, Gustav  Klimt and Modigliani.
Their images, regardless of minimalist or
graphic style, convey a lush sensuality and
richness of their life experiences. The content
isn’t what matters, but the way it expressed,
as if they take a little of the magic in life and
transmute it in color and form that is tangible.
This is not to say that I don’t like other sorts
of art – I ecstatically admire the genius of Dali,
Picasso, Hong Zhu An, Shi Dawei and the like,
but the works of the aforementioned artists 
resonate within me. I wonder what that says
about me.

     I believe art is comfort for the soul,
     whether you are the creator or the
     recipient. It has to convey beauty to
     someone, somewhere, whether that
     beauty appeals intellectually or
     physically.