Mans' best friend reflections and beautiful mood 🙌🎨 from our featured artist of the day! 👉 @lucaspickett
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🎯 Art is a form of truth. As the sun brightens flowers, so does art—notably, the dark spaces of human being. Throughout the history of social movements and social revolt, art has always reacted against oppression, violence, injustice, and inequalities. Addressing socio-political issues and challenging the traditional boundaries and hierarchies imposed by those in power, art can open up the space for the marginalized to be seen and heard and contribute to the social change by producing knowledge and solidarity or simply raising awareness. Art has not yet come to its maturity, if it does not put itself abreast with the most potent influences of the world, if it is not practical and moral, if it does not stand in connection with the conscience, if it does not make the poor and uncultivated feel that it addresses them with a voice of lofty cheer. It empowers; it offers crutches and ground to maimed feet. In the vein of being empoweringly artsy, it's probably worth considering: Does God remain silent so that Art may speak, protest, and struggle through people? Perhaps, God cries in solidarity with suffering humanity, but doesn't intervene—only waits for the Arts of Protest.
Art cedes a higher calling than the arts. So, having said all our fine things about the arts, we must end with a frank confession, that the arts, as we know them, are but initial. They're praised for what they've revealed, aimed, and promised; the effect is a separate matter of consequence. The real value of the Bible, or the Sistine, is as signs of power; billows or ripples they are of the stream of tendency. Art poses tokens of the everlasting effort to produce, which even in its worst estate the soul betrays—channeling the artist's whole energy, who colors and forges as along as he can do that. It is the need to create, and in its essence, immense and universal; often, likened to a sentient master that is rather impatient of working with chained hands, and greedily grasping of only the disposed.
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In the photo: Mukhi Sahu.
Ms Sahu was only ten years when she first contracted leprosy; she has been living at the Nayabazaar leprosy colony since.
Versus most other animals that stare downwards or have to scavenge the ground for food, we human beings have been lucky to have our sights set upwards. Our eyes see the sky when we look forward and for me, looking up every now and then releases a dose of comfort, relief and hope. Looking up feels good - try and do this often (just don't walk with your head up high) and you'll be surprised by what you see. A change in perspective is always good for the mind, body and soul. Even this raggedy old bridge hasn't fallen back down to Earth so why should you?