The Twin-Versus

I read an proverb from my book on buhddist teachings and this particular one confused me: As rain breaks through an ill-thatched house, passion will break through an unreflecting mind.
So im thinking, wait but passion is the fruit of dreams, the seed of knowledge.... so i read on to another proverb: Forests are delightful; where the world finds no delight, there the passionless will find delight, for they look not for pleasures.
What this means is in having "passion" not the passion of dreams or seed of knowledge but the pleasure and want of material things.

contrast poem. death and a birth.

Turn the rusty handle, greeted by the creak of the door.
Blood stained tiles, dirt caked under feet of the tub.
A pale cadaverous body sits frigid in a pool of blood.
Life draining from slit wrists.

Sheets winding like the ocean tide
Hair in tangled waves
Finally its over and your greeted by the eyes of your new baby,
Look into your babies eyes, crystal teardrops of joy dissolve on your face.

-Danielle

Beauty of Art

"Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art because it documents human failure" -Henry Letham

I thought since this was my first post I should talk about something that supports my belief: there is beauty in tragedy. Art all together is so deep, when I analyze a piece that truly touches my heart, I feel an overpowering emotion, that gives me a sight past the illusions we have set for ourselves. Even more overpowering is the emotions I feel when looking at bad art. For just a moment I get a glimpse of the wonder in the artists heart and see the beauty and tragedy all in one. For bad art I weep, I weep for the tragedy and let it overflow in the form of crystal dewdrops; then I smile, a bittersweet smile, through those dewdrops, focusing on the beauty of the documenting of a intangible feeling: human failure.

Art all together can tell a whole story...good or bad. For me this piece by Banksy tells a whole story, and has deep meaning...

To me this piece by Banky shows oppression of freedom of speech,by using the gas mask on her face and also uses it to figuratively show how we are polluting our atmosphere. The rose symbolizes loss of hope, and lack of change...

Art has its own dimension that expands to flood the whole universe in colors.