It’s amazing how 55,000 people can get quiet when they are watching a ballet. It seemed as if even the sounds of the city were on mute, respectful and silent in the presence of the ballet. Even the sirens respectfully passed without a squeal.
What is it about art that makes you quiet? Why is it that we whisper in art exhibits, and sit quiet and stoic at a performance?
Isn’t some art intended to make us scream?
What speechlessness washes over us as we experience art? It is as if words cannot possibly compare to the language of the art being spoken, and you do not want to miss the whispers in your heart that may come from being the presence of truly great art.