My Dearest Art,
As I find myself amidst the whirlwind of creativity and inspiration, I couldn't resist penning down my adoration for you, my beloved Art, especially on this Valentine's Day.
Oh, the way you effortlessly blend emotion, thought, and imagination into a canvas of boundless beauty! You are the ultimate heartthrob, the intellectual rockstar, and the existential poet all rolled into one. In your strokes, your words, your notes, and your forms, I find solace, wonder, and the occasional existential crisis – but in a good way, of course.
Choosing art history as my major in university? Best decision since gluten-free bread. It was like diving into a treasure trove of knowledge, exploring the lives of artists in cities I had only dreamt of visiting. Who needs a travel agent when you have a syllabus, am I right? It's that love for art that pushed me to wander the world in search of the beauty I devoured in my history books. And let me tell you, the only thing more colorful than Van Gogh's palette is the passport stamps I collected along the way.
But beyond the jet-setting adventures, it's the artists, both past and present, who keep the spark alive in this crazy world. When everything seems to be falling apart, leave it to Kahlo or Krasner to remind us that chaos is just another shade in the palette of life. It's a bit like Tinder for the soul – swiping right on humanity every time.
So here's to you, my eternal muse, my unwavering companion in this tumultuous journey called life. Thank you for being the mirror that reflects the madness and the magic of our shared humanity. Here's to dancing in the light of your brilliance, now and forevermore.
With all my love (and a touch of existential humor),
Jenny