Pure art is a kind of spirit. It is the gift of one soul that guides one or more souls to return to the original feeling of the world. She is not the ontology of art, but the understanding that language and words cannot express through the sutra ontology. It is the appearance of human nature, allowing people to wake up and go home. For artists, it is not and cannot control their own abilities, but practice and integration.
She really exists. When you feel it, it disappears in an instant. I can't explain how complicated and confusing it is. It seems to be at the other end of time and space - very far away, and it comes to me from time to time. I lament the hazyness with poetry, and I call for the vagueness with calligraphy and painting. Should we change the way, on the other side of reason - wait...