The concept and desire to achieve originality in art is a continuous struggle. The attempt to place greater value on some items and declare others as less important seems to be the very antithesis of what creation should be. With the earth's minute impact on the cosmic universe, it seems almost laughable that we feel we have the authority to claim anything. When the earth's existence is but a fraction in time compared to that of the cosmos, it seems ridiculous that anything is possible. I feel like everything is equally capable of infinite beauty and it's only in how we choose to look at it that it's beauty is revealed. The beauty is capable of being seen in the moments that it is witness. Any attempt to recreate it is but a ghost or shadow of the original beauty. While that moment of being is continually fading away, I feel it necessary as the human race to attempt to achieve or replicate those moments. In this attempt to continuously move forward, is where the beauty of evolution lives. The continual progression and improvement of an idea, thought, or species is the very act of creation. I feel it is wired into our DNA, and by not attempting to create or improve something we are fighting our very basic animal/ spiritual nature.
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