glass.

Art is not a mirror. It is glass. Like a glass of wine. It contains. It is vessel for. But in containing wine. It molds the wine to its shape. It refracts light. It redirects light. It distorts the viewing of the wine. Or like a glass lightbulb it holds a fragile filament that illuminates our world. It holds and distorts it. It changes the experience of the object on the inside through subjecting it to different views. Because wine and filaments outside of the glass are mush. They are nothing. But still real. Like our emotions outside of these vessels they are subtle intangibles that cannot be held or seen. But putting them in the vessels they are distorted and inspected. The vessels allow us to understand and use our emotions but also they are impure. In the glass we can see ourselves reflected in distortion.