View of Dresden by Moonlight (detail)
Johan Christian Dahl
Oil on canvas
It’s funny. For all these years, I’d thought of art as something essential, intricate, beautiful. Something that allowed human beings to gain a greater understanding of the complexity of the world around them; about the human condition, about morality, mystery, the universe itself. Something that allowed certain moments in the past to be captured and retained forever more; that allowed us to build worlds beyond our physical reach. Each art work became uniquely enchanting to me.
Yet; perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps it is of no more use than the dust that floats gently down to rest at our feet.
The Bride of Christ - Margaret W. Tarrant
why is destruction so beautiful
because nature is taking itself back
“Insects and Fruits" (details), c.1665, Jan van Kessel (I).