I’m rebellious because I, admittedly, take it all so seriously.
In the spring of 2006, I was standing in front of a 24 carat gold and ruby beating heart made by Salvador Dali at his jewel museum (Dalí – Joies” or “The Jewels of Dalí”) in Figueres, Catalonia, Spain. I felt my own heart find itself in sync with the beautiful work in front of me – pulsing, expanding, contracting. It was difficult to breathe, to catch my breath – I was driven to surrender to it, willingly and un-mercilessly, as if it was expecting (no, demanding) something in return. I could not pull away.
And this is the power of art. It possesses the ability to make us lose our breath, open our eyes and challenge us to consider ideas, notions and philosophies we didn’t know we even cared to contemplate. Beyond the cliché, art is transformative if we let it; and sometimes even when we don’t.
I, sincerely and without reservation, submit myself to its control and my life has never been the same.
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