Art and an Experience of Knowing

Something beautiful exists in art as a moment of being. With a before and after, a creation that can be attached or unattached. Roots of meaning find those melded in the stillness of witness. All the same, art touches a warmth that searching never finds, an existence that is being. I am swallowed by sitting in the blaze of other's creations, joined in their being. Is it just my experience of the world? The voice of a song, the transformation of skin as it merges with water, it feels like knowing. An experience of a moment, of art, is knowing.