Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2007-10-20 03:52 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2007-10-20 03:52 pm
[ROTM] Delsarte quote
"The object of art is to crystallize emotion into thought and then give it form."
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The statement seems empty enough nowadays, but it is the truth. Art that some might find atrocious, or even scandalous by one person, is revered as the epitome of beauty by another. There was something about that dichotomy that always interested Bela. Why some people succeed in seeing the emotion at the root of all the brush strokes and colors and why some didn’t. She knew this art dealer once, who tried to explain to her the reasons why some people got art, and some people didn’t in between the trips to bed and fancy dinners. In the end she wound up ripping off his gallery for nearly half a million, but that really didn’t matter anymore. She still learned a lot at least.
Now, with the work she did, she considered herself a bit of an art dealer herself. These cursed or protective objects—they conveyed emotions as well. They didn’t just pop into the world cursed, someone had to put in emotion and time to make sure that they did the damage they needed to do. And while her form of art was slightly more dangerous than the other, it was just as lucrative, and less likely to have a chance of imprisonment. No one was going to report the robbery of a rabbit’s foot that can kill people to the police. What the buyers did after it was out of her possession was their business, not hers. Once it was out of her hands, she was no longer responsible.
Art to cursed objects seemed like a pretty big leap, but for Bela these things just fit hand in hand. Same thing caused them to come into being in the first place, she didn’t see why the same things couldn’t be held in the same category.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The statement seems empty enough nowadays, but it is the truth. Art that some might find atrocious, or even scandalous by one person, is revered as the epitome of beauty by another. There was something about that dichotomy that always interested Bela. Why some people succeed in seeing the emotion at the root of all the brush strokes and colors and why some didn’t. She knew this art dealer once, who tried to explain to her the reasons why some people got art, and some people didn’t in between the trips to bed and fancy dinners. In the end she wound up ripping off his gallery for nearly half a million, but that really didn’t matter anymore. She still learned a lot at least.
Now, with the work she did, she considered herself a bit of an art dealer herself. These cursed or protective objects—they conveyed emotions as well. They didn’t just pop into the world cursed, someone had to put in emotion and time to make sure that they did the damage they needed to do. And while her form of art was slightly more dangerous than the other, it was just as lucrative, and less likely to have a chance of imprisonment. No one was going to report the robbery of a rabbit’s foot that can kill people to the police. What the buyers did after it was out of her possession was their business, not hers. Once it was out of her hands, she was no longer responsible.
Art to cursed objects seemed like a pretty big leap, but for Bela these things just fit hand in hand. Same thing caused them to come into being in the first place, she didn’t see why the same things couldn’t be held in the same category.
306 words