Words are such beautiful things. Such evocative symbols. They have the power to inspire, to condemn , to criticize..but most of all they have the power to convey. Be it love, sadness or joy...words are the vehicle to which these inner feelings of self are conveyed to the external word.
I have come to realize that words are a form of art. Instead of an easel and a set of fine (costly) brushes, words paint with one's imagination ; a powerful tool that can render and create breathtaking images of ethereal landscapes and wondrous waterfalls - a powerful medium of choice and wonderment that can teleport from one location to the next upon a whim. A powerful engine of thought that transcribes the impossible into reality.Words are truly wonderful!
It frees art from the constraint of its frame and allows it to roam with the liberty afforded to it by our nebulous imaginations. No longer is it tied down by a definite image. No. Art is now free to contort and mold itself to its optimum beauty. It is no longer withheld by the artist's taste, but it is now free to appease the palates of the teaming masses that are its audience. It is free to gallop the meandering bends of our mercurial whims, free to chase down the recesses of our minds with glee. It is free. Finally free.
Words are truly such wonderful things....
