the true essence of an art
is revealed not by the fame it receives,
the love it garners, or the praise it collects.
no, it is elucidated by the delicate intricacies embedded deep, woven into the miniscule details, unfurled by the keen eye wanting to grasp its true meaning. be it the subtle hint of a joke wrapped in a writer’s words,
the considerate strokes of a painter’s brush that go unnoticed,
the teacher’s wise attempt to teach more than just the lesson,
or the musician’s infinite humming to get the perfect rhythm,
an art is shaped and defined by its tiny complexities, which reveal more than the art itself.