An aesthetic can be born from pain. An aesthetic can be born from beauty. I suppose an aesthetic can also be born from cotton candy. Or all of the above. I often use the word aesthetic. I think about my aesthetic a lot. When I encounter a new artist, I search in their work for the language of their aesthetic as if listening to their heart beats, and once I can feel it, I join them in conversation.
Beautiful meditation here...saving to reread and reread.
I agree. This is a beautiful permission and mandate. Love more.