Please refer to update below 5 April 2012
"The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things,
but their inward significance."
I awoke this morning seeing this site. A wonderful idea, preserving the wonderful talents. There is something about theatre that really stirs the human. The awkward feeling peering into the lives playing out before you. The entrapment of the emotion is palpable, details and stage laid out for your curiosity. Those few moments sharing such experience you can’t help but to take a piece of it with you. Though these are recordings, but still as precious an item of preservation.
Same goes to other art forms. Paintings, music, sculptures, dance. You take a piece of it with you. It acts as a fertiliser for your heart and brain. Growing and spreading your tendrils on the dimensions of life. Yet, your roots grow stronger as a national identity becomes clearer through simple comparison. Appreciation is grown. A human is grown.
Though I lack the talent, I crave for such nourishment. I love every part of it even if some, the meaning alludes me but to be sharing connecting with the arts is what makes a society a step closer to utopia.
We all are different. We grow differently. Some people might detest this artsy fartsy world. But those are the unripe minds.
You need not know scores of the musical scale to appreciate the song birds, the songstress of nature. You need not be Shakespeare to be blown away by the drama of life as it unfolds. For me, my appreciation stems from a emotional and spiritual place. Though perhaps a degree in Music would enable me to better express the exact detailed intricacy that makes the concerto empowering. But I’ll leave that to the experts, preferring to be carried away by the waves of music. As mortal human without such said formal education we can still appreciate.
Moments later, while doing my morning ritual of Facebook browsing.
“I do not want my house to be walled in on all sides and my windows to be stuffed. I want the cultures of all the lands to be blown about my house as freely as possible. But I refuse to be blown off my feet by any.”
The soil seems rather barren now, safe for the few forest reserves that still teem with the strong beech trees of art. Our tendrils are shrivelling in ignorance. We are so weak now, that at any breeze we falter. The roots are shallow. We have nothing to grasp to except our own unaware bodies. But there is hope.
As such attention should be given to education, commerce, sports etc we need a good gardener. To develop so that our country will be a deeply rooted, far reaching country. For just concentrating on either one is not enough. We needn’t be a jack of all trades and not all of us are gifted to be masters of any. We need all to support a rich ecosystem. Appreciation, realisation needs to co exist. Quality over quantity and for the soul rather for than for superficial appearance.
A beautiful flower is of no use if it smells horrid or if the stems are sickly.
Let us not retreat into dystopia.
Thus, I would like to implore you to spread your tendril to our friends in United Kingdom. If you are a fan of the detective investigative medium be it Sherlock Holmes, House, CSI, Detective Conan in manga or anime form. Please take a few moments and click on the link below to sign an online petition to preserve the home of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
My deepest gratitude to you.
P/S: I shall be flying to Singapore to watch Wicked soon. Just the thought of it is making me giddy like a school girl! Singapore blogger meet?