When we can't express our feelings in words, we often feel a sense of suffocation.
Frustration, and an uncontainable anger.
Perhaps it is when we try to pull out that smoldering mass of heat from deep within our chests that art, in the name of expression, is born.
What One Man Sees Amidst the Gunsmoke
Eugène Delacroix, Liberty Leading the People, 1830, housed at the Louvre Museum
In a battlefield shrouded in smoke, a woman advances, holding a tricolor flag.
If you look closely at her feet, you'll see a man in a blue jacket, covered in mud, desperately looking up at her.
As you gaze into his eyes, it's hard to look away.
Is it fear you see there, or hope?
