Do humans just love emotion?

Dark emotion? Real emotion?

Why are we drawn to darkness? Intrusive thoughts? Is it all just a reflection of our human nature?

The idea of mysteriousness?

Death?

Why do we write deaths in books and movies, and believe it makes it better? Otherwise it’s what, too happy? And that doesn’t suit us?

Or artists.

Recently I just went to an art museum. And I’ve been yearning to, to explore this idea some more. I’ve actually been waiting to write this blog post until I visited. And I actually went to another one not too long ago either.

Maybe it’s just me, and I’m the wrong one.

But so many of the artists drew/painted sad paintings. (Evoking) emotion.

I was drawn (subconsciously) to all the sad paintings.

So what, if there’s a British soldier standing there? You know what caught my eye? A dying laying union/confederate soldier, with another soldier of the opposite side by his side (you could argue that part of it is happy). But I actually sat there and stared at that painting for many many minutes, much more than the other paintings or art.

And then, I wanted to get aesthetic art museum pictures, and was drawn to a really beautiful ship/ocean painting. What really made me see it as beautiful was the artist’s beautiful realistic depication of sunlight, like the sky was opening up for something to divine to happen, like the Ascension. But then I noticed what the light was actually reflecting. A shipwreck.

Am I the wrong one? The one messed up?

But this artist chose to beautify a shipwreck; a shipwreck that looked very fatal.

So yeah, why do I like pain and sadness.

And why do humans love pain?

And what about my sad music and creepy sad nature and desire to live in the middle of nowhere like a creepy dark forest?

Is it that humans love emotion? And nothing makes us feel more than the “bad,” the pain, and the sadness..?