Life is an optical illusion. We see only a single visual spectrum. Our eyes take in at a glance virtually every detail available in that spectrum, then our brain restricts conscious recognition to only those details it deems important.
Art is an illusion of an illusion. A two-dimensional rendering of a three-dimensional vision cropped into manageable parameters. Tens of thousands of years passed between the first flat cave drawings and da Vinci’s first successful paintings depicting depth. Our minds buy it.
Abstract art is an illumination of emotional spectrums floating beneath the visual illusion. Our eyes take it in at a glance, but our brain may be unable to quickly apply restrictors enabling its classification. The entire work jumps into conscious recognition while the brain tries to decide what to do. It is forced to think.
Stare. See. Think.
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.