Where does artistic expression come from? Why do almost all of us, as humans, seem to have an insatiable desire to create? Why do certain works of art endure over centuries?
In another UD thread I read these comments:
Chopin has been my favorite ever since I was introduced to classical music years ago. Don’t know what it is, but there’s something in his music that does me particular good.
Chopin is the music of God’s Love and Grace. Simply genius.
Chopin died at age 39 from tuberculosis, but left an immortal musical legacy.
There is something profoundly and spiritually powerful in the art of classical music — a universal language that requires no translation and transcends all generations. Listening to it edifies; playing it transforms.
But music, painting, sculpture, etc., aren’t the only art forms. The Wright Brothers were artists, mathematicians are artists, and, yes, even engineers are artists, because they create, and have a passion for creating.
Of course, evo-psychos come up with all kinds of silly materialistic ideas to explain this all away. But I have an obvious explanation: We are created — designed. We reflect and express that from which we came, except when we refuse to listen, and then all hell breaks loose.