Le chant des marais ! ô terre de détresse ..... par helenelarrive
From birth to death, men are suffering to work -some more than others-! And after work, they suffer to bore : so, they are living between pain and boredom. Worse, they are afraid : so, they frighten the others too! Nevertheless, they want to exist. So, they mentally change things and the world, to make its their own, an instinct, just to live, to be human : this is art. [Another way is falling in love.] They sing, compose music, dance, choreograph, write [and may show or denounce], paint : they makes things different, public, eternal.. And sometimes die for that. Or become famous and make lot of money. Or both.
An ugly old wall becomes paint ; a scream, chant ; a reed, flute ; a stain, picture and so on. Sometimes, sense emerges alone, let it happens. Chance? unconscious? nature? Or God? In any case, things get brighter and sometimes make sense : an own sense, for the creator -the "artist"- and then for everybody. And they change !
Les hommes vivent entre peine et ennui, travail et repos -parfois.- Certains plus que d'autres. Mais ils veulent exister tout de même. Ainsi s'approprient-ils mentalement les choses et le monde, les transforment-ils.. parfois réellement. C'est ce que l'on appelle l'art.