I can never find anything to talk about.

I learned about Kandinski in class a few days ago, Wednesday, to be specific. He was the man who found a way to take away all of the essence of art; or atleast, what was believed to be essence years ago, and he modified in. He, is the very man who created abstract art, or rather, it was his wife who turned a painting of his to the side while he took a long stroll one day. He came back, astonished by what his wife has done. The painting was a simple one, a yellow canvas with a few distinct lines portraying nature - it was ever so cliche. But to his surprise, the painting that was put turned 90 degrees, bared a whole different interpretation. It was then the idea came to him. He painted first piece of abstract painting, that then spawned a whole new generation of art. Art that didn't have to mean anything, art that didn't need to.

I want to do that. I want to be able to transfer my soul into a piece of art. Be it a piece of music, a few lines of a poem, or a painting. I want to plaster myself on a canvas, I want to invoke feelings upon viewers. Feelings so strong that would make them nudge, flinch, or smile. But I can't. I've been cursed to be in a world where art bares no meaning anymore. Where people can look at a painting and not feel a thing. I almost cried when I looked at composition 7. I know It seems a little dramatic. But what can I say? It made my heart bleed.


Call me too emotional, but I think this world lacks emotion.


Composition 7




Ian.