Art is a way of expressing emotion. It's like yoga, where you can let all your stress out. Like writing in a journal to let all your tears out. Like talking to a friend, to let out all your emotions and lessen your burden. People can do the same with art.
In Aristotle's essay, The Poetics, he pretty much rambles on about the complexities of poems and their structures and the way they are written. Of course, he explains how there is always a reason for how the poem is the way it is. That's how art is too. It's a complex thing.
Poetry is just like art in many ways though. In middle school and high school, I remember my English teachers hammering us about iambic pentameter and symbolism and a whole bunch of gibber-jabber. Every time I would think to myself, "Seriously, do these poets really think of all these things as they write it? Do they legit write out outlines and ideas, taking days to piece together such a simple poem about a flower to make it sound like death?"
I know for sure that when I write poems, I don't think about any of these. I just worry about whether or not the poem makes sense. And then when I hand my poems into my teacher, I get comments back about how the structure isn't good enough, but then they would bring up about something entirely different, a detail in my poem that I would just refer to in a metaphor that my teacher would emphasize it, making the theme and meaning of my poem something entirely different.
I know for sure that when I write poems, I don't think about any of these. I just worry about whether or not the poem makes sense. And then when I hand my poems into my teacher, I get comments back about how the structure isn't good enough, but then they would bring up about something entirely different, a detail in my poem that I would just refer to in a metaphor that my teacher would emphasize it, making the theme and meaning of my poem something entirely different.
The same went with my pieces of art. When I was in elementary school, my art teacher would add to my show and tell at the end of every class of my drawing about the large amounts of blue or orange I would use in my pretty picture, emphasizing it to the extremes, sometimes, to the point where it seems like she's describing a painting from Van Gough. With all the words she put in my mouth, you'd think I was emotionally depressed when really, I had just gotten back from recess.
So....here's my question: Do you ever think that people over think things way to much and assume a piece of art work to be much more intentional than it actually is?






