I look out the window at black tree lines against bluish pink still dark sky.
There are oppressive structures that ask for simplicity and say that beauty is too complex/extraneous. But then they yield their own complexities: piles and crumples and extraneous things. The good art and science of aesthetics has been so quiet, standing back so shyly.
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The best of the art/science of aesthetics doesn't have to scream at you for you to notice. The skilled eye sees beauty in the crumble of concrete and urban decay just as surely as in a pastoral scene. Don't you agree?
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