Muriel Barbury. The elegance of the hedgehog (№ 191413)

Why you need art? To play a brief but stunning effect of Camellia drive in the fabric of time wedge of emotion that goes beyond the five animal senses. How does the art? It owes its existence to the ability of the human mind to create sensual images. What makes art? It invests in the form and makes visible our emotions, thus imposing on them the seal of eternity; such seal shall bear all the works are able to bring in private form the General content of the sphere of the senses.
The seal of eternity... what kind Of invisible life that tell us all these viands, goblets, carpets and glasses? Beyond the picture - the bustle and boredom of everyday life, a continuous, exhausting and meaningless flickering of a variety of aspirations, inside her - the fullness of the moment which snatched from time, devoured by human greed. Oh, the greed! We are not able to stop desiring, and it both praises and kills us. Desire! It takes us and torments us every day throwing the battlefield, where the day before we were defeated, but which is now again filled with sun and again beckons us conquests; it encourages, though tomorrow we will die, to pile up the Empire, doomed to crumble to dust, as if the knowledge that they will soon crash should not temper your thirst to build them right now; it feeds our insatiable passion to possess what is available to us; at the dawn of our life, it brings us to the green plains, littered with corpses, and provides a stock of ideas and plans, which will last until death: barely fulfilled one, as another one appears. But infinitely much to be so tiring... And we want fun, and you don't need to strive, we dream about the bliss that arises naturally as a result of the aspirations and achievements, and as a manifestation of our very nature. Art is such a bliss. I'm not covered this table. And to see this snack, I do not need it. Someone else somewhere, in another life, up to this feast, someone enticed hardened transparent glass and delight your taste brackish gloss oyster with lemon juice. Among the hundreds of ideas flowing in someone's head and instantly spawned a thousand others, had to stand out the intention to cook and eat this oyster meal, it's a still life.
We look at a picture and get without making any effort, engaging on the fly captured the beauty of things, experience joy without lust, to behold what has arisen against our will, admired what we did not have much. And since this still life is a beauty that nourishes our desire, but born of the desire of another person, gives us pleasure which was not in our intentions, given to us though and did not require effort of will, he embodies the quintessence of art, the involvement of eternity. In a silent, motionless scene, where nothing of the living, embodied time, free from intentions, perfection is not constrained by any deadlines and are not corroded by greed, pleasure without desire, a life without beginning or end, beauty without effort.
Because art is emotion outside of the desire.