Arts make us feel somthing

We read wonderful novel and the characters are alive in our mings even days and weeks later. What the characters have done and said lives in us, telling us something about ourselves. We put poems in our memories so we can call up the impact of the words at will. We feel deeply moved as we stand in front of a powerful painting or watch the accomplished musician, as if the artist had turned a spotlight on some aspect of life we had seen but never really exmined. And once the museum doors close, the bollk covers are shut, and the music stops yet that spotlight remains, allowing us to see in nvew ways, to get behind the artists’s eyes, ears and hands.