A Bit on Beauty

Solomon, Michelangelo, King Henry the 8th, (sorry that I don't know how to type Roman numerals) William Shakespeare, Beethoven, Mary Cassatt, Julia Morgan, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Fred Astaire, Andy Warhol, Diane Arbus, Me.


What is the common strand that ties these names together? This strand is an imaginary cord of leather tying these scrolls of life bound.
A theme repeated. Repeated is the drive created through inspiration from and for beauty.


My definition of beauty tells of something about anything that strikes true and pure inspiration. 


Beauty can be many things. A photograph. A song. A cat coming to snuggle on your lap. That old camera that was given to you.  When the problem in math class finally clicks. The film Midnight in Paris. A warm hug. A kind word from a stranger. Laughter. Rhapsody in Blue. Frank O'Hara's Having a Coke with You. A friendship that is forever, and true. A life story that brings tears to your eyes. Worshiping the creator.


These are some of the things which I find beautiful. The other persons previously mentioned, have some similarities and differences to me.


     Solomon found beauty in building a house for God. He also found beauty in loving his wife, which could be considered odd because of his obscene amount of concubines.  
     Michelangelo, was payed, and forced to have time, beauty from fresco and Libyan Sibyl combined. The Pope pleased, cheeks turned red.
     King Henry the 8th, killed his wife dead, married another beautiful woman instead. Because when a daughter, not son was produced, this chauvinist went to the next to seduce.
Shakespeare's words, poetry to play form, beauty runs throughout, even when in scorn.
     Classical music was his game, Ludwig Van Beethoven his strong German name. Beauty to my ears and yours, he heard this music in his heart where he would create the scores.
     Mary Cassatt saw the beauty between mother, and child, painting this domestic scene, pieces that leave me beguiled.
     Julia Morgan knew her stuff, created the beauty of Hearst Ranch. A woman architect? She was tough!
     Written words of novels, the American dream exposed. Still poetry is found in the telling. Fitzgerald knew how to make beauty happen.
     Dancing on the walls and ceiling, Fred Astaire captured beauty while dancing with feeling.
     Despite the awful wigs, Andy Warhol knew how to create beauty through repetition. Repetitive as smoking a pack of cig-arettes.
     Dianne Arbus saw the outcasts society as beautiful, in photographing them in medium format she was quite dutiful.


I hope to bring you beauty through my work, if you find this statement untrue and prideful, please don't label me a jerk!