The Stendhal Syndrome. (world mental health day) For the beauty of art can turn your soul.


As seen on the website of the National Library of Medicine. Art may make you lose sanity. Marie-Henri Beyle also known as Stendhal described his emotions when he visited Basilica of Santa Croce in Italy,1817. He saw an artwork of Volterrano which he had viewed in complete silence. He says: "the life went out of me, and I walked in fear of falling." I proceed to say, art might grip your heart, that is its job if rightly viewed and it'd distort your heartbeat and your thoughts till you see from the artist's eyes, fall into the same trance the artist fell, feel the brush strokes. Digital and physical art both have a magic they possess. You are permitted to feel the perfect imperfections, the blending, the struggle by the artist to bring his view to life for you to see. Oh it's worth a chance. Dear reader, I mean it's good to view art, it makes you leave this body and become soul. At least you need that away from this phone-full noise.

View Jekphrasa's digital art collection named EXIT. A serene and real emotion captured. 

She waited...
She laid her soul to wait a little still
She dozes and dreams that he came for a last dance... a very last dance 

Art can make you ill, Or still or lost or terrified ... Or fulfilled.

Helen,

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