My Interpretation

Composing, Writing, Drawing.

What were those 3 words to you?
They were just 3 words on a screen right? Just 3 words that Jenn typed at 1:16 AM on Saturday August 23rd 2008.
Thats it.
Just words.

Maybe not.
Maybe there's more to them than that.
Maybe there's more to a lot of things than what appears on the surface.
Maybe .. we dont truly understand, and never will,

For only the artist truly understands the masterpiece

When I say -.. type, masterpiece, what do you think?


Most of you probably think some amazing painting, thats completely breath taking and leaves you in awe.
Anyone think of something different when I said masterpiece?
Because everyone's masterpiece is different.

A composers masterpiece, is their song, the notes on the page - or in their head.

An artists masterpiece is their drawing, or painting. The strokes on the page, in the right pattern, to leave you staring for hours.

But a masterpiece doesnt have to be as artistic as that.

A wedding planners masterpiece is their perfect decorations, its their hall that everyone walks into and says "Oh my, who did this, I wish they'd done my wedding"

An accountants masterpiece is their perfect Quickbook, the calculations all correct, the formulas all set, and all they have to do is punch in numbers. [that was for you Mum :)]

A game designers masterpiece is their game, on the shelves of every game store across the country, being sold to millions of kids for their own entertainment.

An interior designers masterpiece is the perfect room, the perfect shade of paint, the perfect curtains to frame the window, the perfect mahogany wood to frame the fireplace and the perfect accent cushions to go with the rug.

A mechanics masterpiece is the perfect car, all the proper parts, the right colour, the perfect purr of the engine as they turn the key in the ignition.

Everybody has a masterpiece. They're just all different.

But now as I say they're all different, I wish to point out one similarity.

They're all, that persons hard work, dedication, and joy.
Sometimes, they can even be more than that , much, much more.

Lets focus on kids of our age and the three words I began with.
Drawers.
I bet you anyone reading this [If I havent already bored you to tears :)] knows at least one person, or is one person, who draws.
Though we may only be 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 whatever, teenagers. Our drawings hold alot of us. When you look at a drawing, you're not just looking at lines on a page to make a picture. You're looking at a page, that has been embedded with part of that person, its been embedded with their emotions, their feelings, maybe even their tears. You're looking at a piece of them, a piece of their soul, what their heart was put into.
Sometimes you're even looking at what that person longs for, what they feel they're missing in their life, you're looking at their dreams, their hopes, their wishes, .. their fears. What they wish would go away, or what they wish they had, more than anything in the world.

Writers.
We aalllll know someone who writes. I think most of us do anyways.
Now, when you read a piece of writing. What is it to you?
Cuz for a lot of people it varies. Some people, its words on a page - or a screen now-a-days - just words put together into sentences with proper punctuation to make up some pointless rant or random story that makes no sense.
To others, its the person bearing their soul for you to see, its how they let their emotions out, its a cryptic code that only they can truly understand, sometimes you may think its about one thing [>.> *cough*] but really it has nothing to do with that. Writers are cryptic and weave a tangled web that no one can ever truly unravel, for the writers make sure the mystery, stays a mystery.
The best part is, even if you ask the writer, to unravel the web for you, and they do. You still wont truly understand.

Only the artist truly understands the masterpiece.

It doesnt matter if they tell you what its about, spend hours explaining every little tiny detail. You will never truly understand. And sometimes, thats what compels people to write, they can say whatever they want, and never be completely understood. It saves them from complete vulnerability while still sharing with you, something that is most important to them.
So next time to read a piece of writing and decide to comment and say "wow, this is lame", ask yourself, "Could you bear your soul for the world to see"
Because if you're liable to comment and say its lame, I bet you cant do that.

Lastly - for I realli should go to bed,
Composers.
Now EVERYBODY, knows a composer, you listen to music everyday weather you realize it or not, you walk into a department store, and KoolFM is on, you walk into Ardenes, and 91.5 The Beat is playing, you walk into Ziggy's [An old people store xD] and The Oldies is playing.
Music. Is. Everywhere.
So therefore I can almost guarantee you, you all know - or have heard of - a composer, or composers.

Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Kanye West, Eminem, Sydney, IllScarlet, Alexisonfire, Tool, Jonas Brothers, Mika, Superchick, Supertramp, The Who, The Guess Who, Our Lady Peace, Bruce Springstein, System Of A Down, Boys Like Girls, Hellogoodbye.

You've all heard of one!
So therefore, you can all relate to this.
When you hear a song. You hear what?
Instruments, and vocals maybe.
You hear a guitar, a piano, the drums, a harmonica, a sax, a trumpet, a flute, a violin, and the list goes on.
When you hear vocals, you hear someone screaming, you hear someone singing opera, you hear them just rapping away. There's a million types of vocals.
But what you're truly hearing. Is , once again, their emotion. You're hearing their emotions from the day they wrote that song. You're hearing how ecstatic they were about something, and how they let it out after screaming and dancing around like a maniac.
You're hearing how pained they were that someone had left, you're hearing how they eased their sorrow.
You're hearing, how confused they felt, when they were - for some reason, happy, when they knew they shouldnt be.

You're hearing their heart.

And you can , once again, try for hours, to untangle the web of confusion they have woven in your brain once you've listened to that song.
You can try to understand what they were feeling, what they were thinking, what the song is about.
Lyrics make your job a little easier, one strand of the web is gone, but it will never be fully untangled. For those lyrics, are a piece of writing, they're cryptic, and meant to stay a mystery. Which they will, for even if you feel, that you truly understand that persons emotions,you never will. For we are all different, and everybody has their own interpretation.
Sad to one person, is something completely different to another.
Ecstatic to you, is something completely different to me.
In agony to one person, is something completely different to another.
When you say you're sad, I can only imagine what you're feeling, but I never actually know how you feel, and I never will, for we are two different people, hardwired two different ways, with two different sets of emotions.
So you never know how the artist truly feels, and this is why I say

Only the artist truly understands the masterpiece

Now when you listen to just an instrumental piece. Maybe just the guitar. Or maybe just the piano.
It gets even more confusing.
Sometimes the piece sounds happier than they really were, and the story behind why each key was pressed in the order it was, is something completely different than what you'd thought it was.
Sometimes emotion comes from the strangest places, but you are hearing that persons emotions and how they let them out. That song, is emotion, that arrangement of chords, is their way out.
One note following another, is their way to pass the time.
When you hear their emotion, you never know how strong that emotion was.
If their emotion was strong enough, when they sat down at that piano, that song just flowed from their fingertips. They didnt think about what note came next, what sounded right and wrong, they didnt think about what they were doing. It just flowed. Their fingers passed over the keys, choosing the right ones to hit, experimenting for hours, letting the emotion escape from the bottle inside.
If the person was just bored, and decided to sit down at a piano. That piece probably took much longer. They thought too much, they thought about what sounded right or wrong, the laws of the piano, the way you cant mesh two notes or it sounds odd. They thought about which key came next, which chord went with it.
But if you have enough emotion,- and put it into the piece - the two keys that can never mesh, fit perfectly with the proper chord, and are their own personal hallelujah chorus.

Now,
when I say Composing, Writing, Drawing.
What do those three words mean to you?

To me, they mean emotion.

That arrangement of keys you just heard.
Those words on the screen you just read.
That picture you just analyzed.

Could have stopped someone from cutting.
Could've stopped them from crying themselves to sleep.
Could've saved their life

Masterpieces, do a lot more than you think.

That is my interpretation