Elusiveness as a part of the beauty of an art

 Let's just put it like this:

 all the visual beauty that one can perceive is all stored in just the tip of a pen, same goes for literature. Your mind and your soul resonate and connects with it. "What a privilege to have such thing," I thought to myself. While much of its beauty may depend on those who wield or have the compound and materials, it still doesn't justify what value it can possess.

 somebody once said "Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again and expecting different results" if we tend to put it that way, does resketching our sketches to make them a better sketches count as insanity? Yes and no. There are many who would agree, but there are many who would not. I could be wrong in this case.

 What I do is create visual art as a temporary escape from reality. But still, even in the depths of it, I still herald danger. It's something that I can not escape from no matter where I go. Many have given themselves up, but I stood strong, we stood strong, for its beauty is a reason strong enough to carry on, and to strive for days to come.

 with it, you can invoke a vindication upon yourself or  even a repossession of one's life. which, with renewed purpose, will sprout a reclamation for both parties.

 let's take a look at this:

  source: google.com

 exquisite, was it not? it's an abstract, its shape is rather incomprehendsible for some people, much even not knowing what it was or the meaning behind it. but was it beautiful? yes, it was beautiful. 

 what about music, a delight to hear, yes? some people say that it is but a bunch of meaningless sounds, but was it beautiful? it was. some may agree that it is but a meaningless sounds, some may not.