Experience.

The cool thing about art is that it sort of tells a story, or it can... sometimes the artist means to tell a story and sometimes they don't but it can tell us something if we want it to. Sometimes art can make us look at something that is normal and everyday in a completely new way. In my Aesthetics class (which is why I started this blog), we experienced sand... My teacher gave us a bag of sand for us to have some kind of experience with. and this is what the sand told me...


I like to call it... The Dusty Trail.


It had been sitting for days
and at this point it was like the unsettled dust
on the windy plains
except that it had been contained
it was just waiting
for it's chance to escape
and it's chance to cling to whatever it could
coating everything with a thin layer...
They left that coating on my hands.
I say they,
like it has a personality of it's own
and it did it on purpose
when I am the one who ran my hands through it.
it left me with that dusty look and feeling
as it passed through my hands
creating that hour glass look
almost saying to me
"time is running out"
while leaving me with that
empty
dusty
dessert
feeling
that just never really goes away
until you...
shower.
and, until then
you're leaving dirty smudges
all over everything
and, when you touch things
you can only really ever feel
the dust
that is in between
you and everything else.




















So that was my aesthetic experience with sand... it needs editing I admit but there it is. :)