*this is a lyrical, reflective prose piece.*

do you question how a masterpiece is created? or do you admire the beauty and narrative the artist has placed upon it?

art is subjective as are people–society. 

there are some who want to change or critique the work. while other bask in it and praise the vision of the hand that made it tangible. 

there are some who have urges of vandalism or theft. then there’s some who pay no mind at all. 

viewers view at a risk though, no?

a risk of disappointment? or maybe delusion? 

but do you ask to change what’s on display for audiences?

no. 

you walk into the exhibit, museum, or hall and gander. the beauty speaks to you–or it doesn’t.

but you don’t seek to make changes to what’s deemed as a masterpiece. you allow it to be. you allow it to exist. it is how it is, literally. 

still some demand changes, making comments on how it could be better.

yet, the masterpiece doesn’t change. it may evolve in another medium, but at its core, it remains untouched — and more often than not, accepted.

so, its accepted. more often than not too. 

however, you wonder what could be said from the masterpiece. personify it to speak and give insight or disgust. 

wondering whether it’ll be accepted, getting caught up in the noise. 

it questioning itself. “can i just be accepted as is without the request of fine tuning or revision?”

was this ever about art … or just being seen?

-signed g the e.