An Opinion of Beauty

Okay, so I just can’t seem to get this “History of Art III” class out of my head. Heck, I think I’m still amazed at how much of the FIRST Art History class that I took won’t leave me alone. I am always thinking about the class, or seeing things that make me think of it. I love it! I feel like I have had so much growth, not just as an art history student, but as a person.

Yesterday for Mother’s Day (I love you, Mom!) we all went to watch a movie that my mom has wanted to watch for a while. The movie we watched is Soul Surfer and it is about a young girl who loses her arm in a shark attack. All this girl has ever wanted to do is surf, and she feels like her world is shattered but she is trying to stay strong.

She can’t seem to get a perspective on her life, and she has no idea why this could have happened to her. In a beautifully touching scene where she confesses to her mother that she is afraid she will never look normal, or never be loved by a man, her mom uses ART to show her that SHE is beautiful.

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“This woman was the pinnacle of beauty for centuries, and she has one less arm than you,” the young dreamer’s mother lovingly explains to her daughter.

 
“Yeah, but I can surf,” the daughter rebutts, with a smile.
 
Art has a magnificent way of being there, right when we need it. We are not only given the freedom to create art, but we are given the freedom to interpret art. I am so glad that art exists, not only so I can create art to inspire others but so art can be created to inspire me.

3 Responses to An Opinion of Beauty

  1. Pingback: An Opinion of Beauty (via Art Moves Us) « A Girl Undiscovered

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