Day 82 of drawing every @falloutboy song! Today's song is Centuries! I love this song; I think it's lyrically good and catchy. This drawing is based on the outfits the boys wore in the mv and I wanted to make them marble statues to show them being legends
Yet further, you never enjoyed the world aright, till you so love the beauty of enjoying it that you are covetous and earnest to persuade others to enjoy it. And so perfectly hate the abominable corruption of men in despising it, that you had rather suffer the flames of hell than willingly be guilty of their error. There is so much blindness, and ingratitude, and damned folly in it. The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it. It is a temple of majesty, yet no man regards it. It is a region of light and peace, did not men disquiet it. It is the paradise of God. It is more to man since he is fallen, than it was before. It is the place of angels, and the gate of heaven.
A little break from the posts I usually make to tell about an experience I had today. I visited a history museum. Among the showcases on display, one caught my attention. Inside, there is the student ID of an art student from the beginning of the 20th century. Next to it, a graduation diploma, a group photo, a Chinese bowl, old and hardened brushes, an open charcoal box.
I felt as if a bond had formed between me and him, even if we were separated by 100 years. I am an art student from the beginning of the 21st century, who carries around a box of charcoal, who has the same worn-out brushes in the studio, who once took a group photo with other students of the 21st century.
I can't help but wonder if he had the same thoughts as mine. What was his opinion about beauty or the ideal? If he also had sleepless nights in which he imagined what will remain after him in 100 years? If someone will remember him. If he will manage to create something significant enough to be remembered. He probably didn't even imagine that he would remain as a student ID in an exhibition.
Maybe, someday, an arts student from the beginning of the 22nd century will look at my student ID and the connection will continue. There is something about artists, something that makes us connect no matter how many centuries are between us.