The Wuji Ant
There are many genres of human, as there are many genres of ant. Life is indifferent, yet we are mortal, hastily all the way, abandoning sincerity to exchange for resources. Often, we walk to fast, we see too high, we do not notice the ants running around under our feet.
Yet a certain moment, perhaps before tempest, perhaps between interval of waiting, perhaps in a bored, we bend down and see the ants. They are simple weak, but stubborn rigid. They are away from the crowd, working in solitude. They carry heavy loads but go unyielding, with the courage to reveal the real, they remain vigilant against this dazzling world, and offer rebellious opinions when necessary.
Everyone is in the rush, but there are always people like ants, who could hold on steadily to the initial creed. Some complain about the invisible ceiling which is built by absurdity upon our heads, whereas the other some do not even have the roof up there. They are trapped between the vain walls, helpless and speechless, but still constantly confronting their surroundings, choosing their positions and making their echos. Ant against tree, is of course full of tragedy, but he must be an honest and powerful one, who dares to face directly to the bleak life.
Art, is indispensable to the latter, since it makes him no longer self-isolated, and even if he is as humble as an ant, he will never deceive himself. Even if life wants him to surrender to the cruel reality, art still forces him to turn his life opinions into artistic forces, to forge a work belonging to our time, and to offer these painful and happy images from the mediocre daily situations. Art, does not only serve the creator of history, but also leads a way for the bearers of difficult life. Maybe we should occasionally push a pause during the hurry days, and appreciate the radiance of ants on the ground.
The cry of tiny ants, can you hear it too?
Basilica di Santa Trinitia, Firenze