Judging it from an outside perspective is therefore near impossible for most. For even the artist is often at a loss to fully understand or truly describe in words what they are trying to show the world through their work.

Words are a tool of rationality, a tool to shape ideas, but like with all attempts at translation there is often a loss of meaning. This is especially true for mass consumption.

The painting, dance or novel is therefore only a distorted echo, never a perfect representation of the idea.

It is a ripple in a pond signalling that a stone once broke the surface of the water but it’s not the stone itself.

It’s gone, but for a moment the stone, the essence, the idea