Every now and then it happens AND there is immense power in it.
What am I talking about?
I’m talking about those indefinable moments when the truth cuts through the murky shades of gray and speaks directly to both hearts and our minds.
The Power of Truth can come in a moment of sheer cinematic genius, in the line of song, or in the hauntingly poetic image of a painting or a photograph.
Truth is the pursuit of artistry, it has to be otherwise a “soul connection” with others is not possible and we are just drifting off on our own, pontificating into the ether.
Surprisingly truth often comes when the artist least expects it, when we are lost in the personal truth of our work REMINDING us that in fact the best way to make a point, is to try not to make a point.
In what way has great art spoken truth to your soul?