Art

Some forms of art are more focused on the individual, and some forms are focused more on the public. Singing is art that is more focused on the more focused on both the individual and the public, rather like writing I am doing now.


Order always has to exist in art, but in certain ways all art has an order as well as a structure. That being said it is of some varying degree that it is both order as well as fun to be involved in. we always need help in determining these. Our families are the first to help us down that path, specifically the maternal figure. However what would happen if the maternal instinct was so buried.

That’s the problem right there. If the maternal figure is not providing sufficient attention to the offspring at a given point in the first five years of life, she is not doing her offspring any good; even if, she is so obsessed with making a better life for her family.

That would be a pitiful scenario if it happened. Humans are very fragile as children and need attention in those five years of life more than any other. If they should happen to not receive this attention from any of their immediate family, responsible or not disaster could occur.

Such disasters could occur as would not be able to be measured by the offspring or its caregiver. It would only be measured by the length of time that it would take to get critical attention to focus on the problem.

Timing is relevant as always. Dealing with it is also crucial. However the right way of dealing with the issue is as crucial as anything else. Distractions are the key elements though. The right kind of distraction levels though. Not being so high to the point of lack of focus on anything, however not so low as not to focus on anything at all.

That balance is one of the crucial elements of the artist world. It’s like you have a book but cannot understand it the first time through. How do you think a five year old would deal with it; not asking for help, however persisting

Color Works

Whatever mood you are in, there is a color for it. They represent a lot more then that that, but is possibly not imaginable. Colors represent feelings and a whole other array of things.

They are constantly being created and recreated. Every shade is getting refined constantly. This refinment takes time as well. it euals the amount of ideas persay, that you think every moment. however, your ideas are in conflict as well with the other ideas. however, the deeper they go the deeper and deeper it gets.

It is like anything really, however the deeper they increase in size and because they are ao valuable to the person, they take more time to explain. that is why explanations are so relevant, to every writing you create,now, as well as in the past.

Writing has a magical way of keeping up, however ideas are so complex that reading and comprension is going down. This, however, troblesome may be remedied with patiets in the ways we communicate. But then learning levels, come into play, which are are required to solve this. That, in and of itself, takes more of our valuable time, away.

These refinements may be as large or as small as a shade to a mix by the totality of the eye. The totality of the colors because colors are living entities and should be treated as such. You could see many different colors depending on how you observe the life that you are in as well as the life you want to lead. Every slight degree of is of vast importance as well as immense value.

Just a Box of Crayons

While walking in a toy store
The day before today,
I over heard a Crayon Box
With many things to say.

“I don’t like red!” said Yellow.

And Green said, “Nor do I!”
And no one here likes Orange,
But no one knows quite why.

“We are a box of crayons
that really doesn’t get along,”
Said Blue to all the others.

“Something here is wrong!”
Well, I bought that box of crayons
And took it home with me
And laid out all the crayons
So the crayons could all see
They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange
And every color in between
They watched as Green became the grass
And Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,

Becoming something new.

They watched me as I colored.

They watched till I was through.

And when I’d finally finished,

I began to walk away.

And as I did the Crayon box

Had something more to say...

“I do like Red! “ said the Yellow

And Green said, “So do I!”

And Blue you are terrific!

“So high up in the sky.”

“We are a Box of Crayons

Each of us Unique,

But when we get Together

The Picture is Complete”

Colors

Whatever mood you are in there is a color that represents it. Colors represent much more than are in your possible as well as probable future. They show that all feelings and emotional aspect are of different calibers in the human experience.


They are constantly being created and recreated; in an eternal state of growth. These refinements may be as much as a shade to a mix of the totality of the colors.