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a waterfall

I'm staring at Powerscourt Waterfall right now. It's just magic. I can keep looking at it for hours, just like a painting. But the problem with paintings, I think, lies in the approach people have in watching/experiencing then. In painting one is constantly trying to look for intent, instead of beauty. One must know something about the painter or the painting, or the movement, or the era, or the place it was painted, in order to appreciate it more. In nature, there is no intent. Things Are. A waterfall Is. I don't need to know how it was created, know where the water goes to, or see the rive it's coming from, or know it's the largest waterfall in Ireland to appreciate it. It's just there, and so am I, and that's all it takes: just experiencing something for what it is. Unfortunately, because Art is created with intent, it's more difficult to do that. (Since even if an artist creates a piec eof art they claim has no _ intention, even the decision to create that piece of art has intent.)

Maybe we shouldn't even try to ignore intent in Art because it's inherent in it, by definition. That's why there's nothing artistic about this waterfall. Nature is not Art, Nature is not a creation, nature just is. It exists. Time just 'is', so is space. Instead, direction has been imbued within each one of us, in the form of goals, ambitions, the past, the future, that we cannot quite comprehend things that just are.

"In a world that moves so quickly, the ability to stop and look back should be highly appreciated."

-Miguel Monteiro Sena

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