“Why should you think that beauty, which is most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.”
I was spellbound by the above lines. It is from the classic “The Moon and the Sixpence” by Somerset Maugham. The lines are so true, a thing of beauty to be expressed by someone and to be understood by another is entirely subjective and may still not be understood. But if one does delve in the journey of someone and understand from their perspective and still think “it” to be beautiful…. well wouldn’t we fathom beauty in the same utter sense!