Certains de nous travaillent à l’intérieur tandis que les autres travaillent à l’extérieur. Même si la majorité de nous se donnent complètement à nos propres travaux, la vie nous traite différemment. Pour ceux et celles, qui font vivre ses families en travaillant à l’extérieur, la vie est dure. Cela dit, ils n’ont pas d’autres choix que de se continuer à faire face aux duretés de la réalité. C’est la vie, n’est-ce pas?
Many people long for a life in the big city. All the bustling and hustling create a kind of tangible excitement, which can easily get a small town boy or girl filled up with hopes and dreams. Big city dwellers, who have gotten used to the noise of all those bustling and hustling, long for an escape in a small town-a serene sight, where they can rekindle with their peace of mind.
As kids, we learn to internalize an identity that’s imposed on us. As adults, we learn to externalize our sense of belonging with objects or beliefs that define us. Identity is not a concept, which is rigidly static. As we gain in maturity, many of us will come to the realization that our immediate environment and individual life experiences have much more influences on us, as a person, than our racial and cultural backgrounds combined.
With each and every gentle pull of strings, a deeply felt emotion is expressed. With each and every gentle scratch of strings, a deep-seated belief is portrayed. A rhythmic artwork that’s floating in the air and a melodic synergy that’s nudging our heart’s strings. Although its delectability can’t be visually savoured; however, its essence is omnipresently experienced.
What is art? Art is a form of self-expression-a visual representation of one’s deepest thoughts and idiosyncrasies. Some judge their own artistic self-expression high culture and others’ low culture against established standards. To me though, as long as an artwork is carefully crafted, whose presence arouses a certain je ne sais quoi in me, the inexplicable attraction to an artwork is what matters to me the most.
I came across this dancing robot graffiti in a busy street in downtown Toronto, Canada and it has been saved in my memory ever since.
In a bustling metropolis like Toronto or Hong Kong, many people lead their daily existence like a robot, repeating the same routines incessantly on a seemingly endless continuum. Rarely do they slow down to smell the roses and rekindle with the childhood innocence they once cherished so dearly. A dancing robot painted on the wall of a busy downtown street is there to awaken the dormant innocence that’s still in all of us. The dancing days are not gone. As rigidly robotic as we are made to conform to conventional images of adulthood, we should not rid ourselves of the right to be carefree and wild just like a child from time to time.
Some people may not consider graffiti as an artwork, due to the common perception of it being an expression of low culture. I, on the other hand, beg to differ. As long as the artwork has depth and meaning, the category, into which it’s placed conventionally doesn’t really matter that much.
Dance as if you had never danced before. Dance harder to the beats of your heart’s desire when you are behind those visibly and invisibly fenced social confines, from which you can’t escape. You may experience dark night of the soul, dance anyway.
Un autre jour, qui se lève. Un autre pas de la vie, qui vient de se prendre. La vie se continue en cycles. Bien qu’elle se tourne dans un cercle, chaque jour nous apporte des différentes surprises. On repart de zéro tout le temps. Bien qu’il ne nous semble qu’on sache où la vie s’en aille, vraiment dit, on n’en a qu’aucune idée.