The Art of Broken
In the attached image, what do you see? Art? A picture? Study it for a moment and see what comes to mind. Go ahead. Take a closer look. Now, allow me to tell you the story behind the visual. Almost four years ago, I found this sitting beside a dumpster at the apartments where I then resided. Something about it made me pick it up and take it back to my own apartment. I wiped it down, sanitized it, and then studied it. The tears I had been crying that day stopped just long enough to let myself get lost in the gaze. Why was I pulled to this image? It was a fairly unremarkable piece of art (for someone like yours truly, who is most definitely not an art connoisseur), yet something about it spoke to my heart. If I was shopping in a store where it hung for sale, it's not anything I would ever have purchased. In fact, I might not even have noticed it, but sitting next to the dumpster that day, it looked how my life felt. It gave imagery to my feelings. Broken. Fragmented.
