Qualifier Blogs: Dead Air

Lora Noreen S. Domingo



Art. How do you define it? Based on the dictionary, it is the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.


Now, tell me what you see, when you're hanging on the zipline, moving through the air,
and seeing nothing but trees, do you see art?


Or do you feel dead air?


In our everyday world, all we see is a wasteland. My morning is welcomed with a land of trash. The trees
in my backyard didn't bore fruits, but all I saw were kites stuck on the twigs of my 20 year old mango tree.

My school had a trash entourage. And people didn't seem to care about the surroundings. The posters made by the students of our school seemed to have taken a wrecked vacation, as it turned to a crumpled piece of paper being blowed by the dusty air that was first crystal clear.


As my eyes cracked on everything I see, I turned to something which I thought would have been very relaxing. But everywhere I go, and everywhere we go around this city, WHY DOES IT SEEM TO BE ALL TRASH?? Okay, I'm hyperventilating right now. All this time, I thought people had art and I thought that they can take care of the gift that lies on their hands. But as I grow older, I seem to be just having my eyes wide open figuring out that all I do is believe in lies. People only create trash and that's all they create. Wrappers, pencil residues, cartons, smoke and everything that can make your senses get off you.


Art. Does he exist?


But one day, upon seeing this picture, I realized there is art on people, revealing to us the real beauty that lies behind the ugliness you have seen. People can make ways after all to make us appreciate real beauty. It's not just because a zipline can provide fun, and it can increase your bond. But because it makes you appreciate the man's art.

You must learn to love the art in yourself. But not yourself. In the art. And to learn to love it, you have to dig deep and leave no rocks unturned.


It's your own way of judging and it's you who makes your life what it is now.

And the zipline, it just turns out to be a bridge of your little adventure.


Dead air. Is it?