Zaw Zaw Aung - The Truth of Art

Artistic truth

They say that artists are seekers of truth.

To put it nicely, they say that an artist is a seeker of the truth of the world. I disagree with that statement. An artist is not a seeker of the truth of the world. He is a finder, a discoverer. That is my view.

Living as a human being in the world, living the life of an artist, creating art, one finds and attains truth. That's my belief.

What is worldly truth? What is truth? Does the artist know it in advance? Can he imagine it? Can he plan and think about it?

Has the concept of truth, of the truth of the world, existed since the beginning?

If it has existed since the beginning, is the truth of the world that the artist has acquired a new version of the world that already exists? Is it separate? It is a very uncertain matter. It is very vague. There is a lot of room for doubt.

I'm telling you my opinion.

There are many people in this world who are searching for truth. There are many scientists, artists, philosophers, thinkers. There are those who have found the truth. There are those who think they have found the truth. There are those who have given up in the wilderness of Maya. All of these people are seekers (unless they get what they want).

An artist is someone who finds, not seeks.

An artist is not engaged in the work of searching for the truth of the world, but rather in the work of creating art.

He didn't go. He came to him. He didn't seek, but he found.

That truth is not something he has premeditated or imagined. That truth is different from the truth that other people have found. The truth that he has found is the truth of art.

The truth he finds is the truth of art. It is different from the truth that others find.

Because the truth he finds cannot be found in any other way. It cannot be found in any other way. It is the truth of art that can only be found in the way of creating art, the truth of art, the truth of art. I believe this.

There are many other people in the world besides him, living as a human being, creating art, living the life of an artist.

There are lives. There are limits to the extent of existence in the lives of others, including him. We are moving in our own lives. We are struggling. We are building values ​​as we live our lives. These values ​​often collapse. New values ​​emerge. Even when people are building them together, they are questioning. They are ultimately questioning the truth.

It's right in one place, wrong in another. Right for some, wrong for others.

In such a chaotic world, the artist creates his art in complete solitude and glory.

His existence (or) existence as he exists is not within a single moment of time. It is not within a single era. It is within all time that transcends the limits of measurement.

It is within all ages. It transcends the boundaries of history.

He is not a contemporary man. He is a man of all times. The art he creates is not contemporary art. It is the art of all times. It is not the color, the texture, the fragrance within the fragment of an era. It is from within all times.

They are colors, shapes, smells. They are not forms within the parts of a single era. They are not causes. They are forms and causes within all eras.

They are not the voices and their echoes within a single segment of an era. They are the voices and their echoes within all eras. They are not the highest ideals and the highest values ​​within a single segment of an era. They are the highest ideals and the highest values ​​of all eras.

An artist's art has the unique ability to transcend all limitations, including time. I believe that only through the creation of such art can we attain truth.

That truth becomes the truth of art, unlike anything else in this world.