needs to know.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
How much do we really know and how much is completely beyond our control?
Does the image speak louder than the words do or can the words be believed over involuntary reflexes?
Are the eyes really the window to the soul?
I think they might be.
2 thoughts on “And the geek in me…”
Depth and intrigue in image and prose…
We don’t know much, and pretty much everything is outside of our control.
Be it via words or an image, ‘truth’ resonates in the core of our being…as does the silence between the words, and the space between the images. The actual substance of our our existence lies in the invisible, untouchable, and unknowable; and the exploration of that realm can fill a lifetime.