Ode on a Grecian Urn

‘Truth is beauty, beauty is truth’ comes from a poem written by John Keats called “Ode on a Grecian Urn”. It is a wonderful poem about eternity or the absence of it. There is no timelessness, all things perish and we perish with them. The only thing that survives through the passing of time is art.  We die, but art stays.

Art is subjective. You can thing whatever you want and take whatever you want from it. (Except if it is an academic writing you have to prove your point with arguments).

For me, art was always some sort of magic. People create wonderful things from their minds, hearts and hands.  We portray our feelings, thoughts; we intentionally or unintentionally show our reality.  And we readers, admirers or casual pedestrians see and find there our pieces of truth, something for us.

Art is beautiful, it makes us feel alive, it frees us.

So let’s create, let’s celebrate! Whatever you want! Dance, write a poem, draw me a sheep, sing in the shower, whatever! Be free, be yourself!

Me? Now I’m going to put on my chef sombrero and cook me a dinner for the art sake 😉  A new recipe!

See you soon amigos 🙂

flores y chica flores mesa


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