Wednesday, September 1, 2010
...is in the eye of the beholder.
What is beauty? Can we define it? We know it when we see it or hear it or feel it, but what is it?
I suppose it's impossible to define because what warms the cockles of my heart may leave someone else cold. I may find beauty in a flower, a landscape, the building of storm clouds on the horizon, while others shrung their shoulders and walk away. For instance, I think the mass of thread in the picture above is beautiful and I'm looking forward to getting this painted warp onto the loom and weaving it off. Others find that thought scary!
So what is beauty? And why does the human soul seem to need it so much?