The most intense rounds in life are fought with subtleties. A brief flair of words, a passing gesture, it's meant to be delivered with the same feverish trickle of a papercut.
Summarizing always angered me ever since I was young. With the boundaries of a summary I could never express my wonder or exasperation, the winding details that set an event apart from any other occurrence.
Then again, think about it. One word could be a thousand pictures, a picture a thousand words.
Something in me enjoys harping out the starkest attributes from my understanding. There is something to it, tacking something down as best as someone can through the medium of expression.
O'Keefe found the beauty of simplistic curves and gradualising color, pinning art down to its most basic elements. Whether it was painting a swirl of sky or oddly arranged skeletal remains amongst the spring blooms or a leave protruding from a stem. She drew interest to it. Though this is not limited to art.
The power isn't so much in the brevity as it is in the up close perspective.
Even the order of which you reveal the content of a message can completely rearrange the impression.
Interesting.
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