you've given me a good excuse to write about my favourite piece of art.
picrel reminds me of my connection and love to all humans. these hand prints are from real people 1000s of years ago. people like you and me.
they grew up together and laughed till they cried and loved each other like you love your own mother and when they died they were missed by the people they left behind. men, women, grandparents, children.
this was before even agriculture existed, so they probably lived tough lives. they probably lived day to day, scraping by.
but they also found the time to make art together. they had no influences to draw from, they only had themselves, before any bullshit got it in the way of things.
from this natural, raw and pure state of humanity, they could've chose to make anything.
they chose to wave.
they chose to say "hello".
they chose to say "i was here too"
they pressed their open palm to the earth and said "i love you"
and i love them too. at least as much as you can love a beautiful stranger you can never know.
a stranger made beautiful not by their body but their life, the choices theyve made and the art the created, not knowing it would ever be seen by someone like me, but knowing someone similar.
i could write this overly sentimental mush forever because this is how this deep love for the human race makes me feel but i don't want to be any more heavy handed than i've already been and i can see the thread slipping down the board and into the archives so i'll stop now and post.
if i wanted to be concise in replying to you i would just say "empathy"