i've been confused by art for much of my life
i remember the first time walking into a museum in london and seeing abstract art and just feeling pure anger
like what kind of skill is this
in college i was also confused
it was really hard for me to see beauty
later on i realized it was because i was clouded by my own ego
it was too easy to overlook beauty shining on its own when
i had become attuned to measurements, analytics, reviews, and comments
it's only when i started listening
to the voices around me
starting noticing
all the beautiful cracks and aging
of buildings and
the people within them
that i joined
the audiences of the world around the infinite world gallery
to take in all that i had missed
not feeling pure angerðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜