Seeking beauty is the most authentic worry an individual can express.
Crafting beauty is our inborn analgesic against mortality and nonsense,
to the point that a dull beetroot can turn into a rose,
just for the sake of it.
And if you consider this vital attraction
we can divide the world into roughly three categories :
a. those who create and work with beauty
b. those who work or live trying to reach/experience what a. did
c. those who are damned to dream with it
because of a lack of either possibility a. or b.
(or both, therefore resulting infertile)
This categorization is not necessarily linked to money :
for example, talking about this man
does he have money?
does he ask for it?
does he sell his creations?
does he truly care about?
does he think following this mindset?
Not sure and above everything it is not the core of it.
Another example of the truth spoken by beauty is the live performance
of a pianist (the name is not fundamental to me)
who on the past 13th of June played
amid the crowded and alive audience of Taksim Square.
He has his piano lifted up,
he had a helmet to protect him in case of water cannons
and he played in front of an ocean of individuals, feelings, wishes,
fears
and nothing can express the longing for freedom as music,
played freely and just for the sake of it.
Ps the man in the picture (I apologize for the awful quality)can
easily be found in Cordusio Square, in Milan,
next to the tramway stop, sitting on the ground and focused
on his vegetable-flowers.
