Well, let me tell ya ’bout this black virgo art thing. I ain’t no fancy art critic or nothin’, but I know what I like when I see it. And some of this black virgo stuff, it’s somethin’ else, let me tell ya.
Now, you might be wonderin’, what the heck is black virgo art anyway? It ain’t got nothin’ to do with no black chickens, I tell ya that much. It’s more like… pictures and things, y’know? Of ladies, mostly. But these ain’t your regular pin-up girls, no sirree. These ladies, they got somethin’… mysterious about ’em.
- Sometimes they look strong, like they could wrestle a bear.
- Other times they look kinda sad, like they lost their favorite hen.
- And sometimes, they look like they know somethin’ you don’t, somethin’ secret and powerful.
I seen some of this art on the internet, on them… Pinter- somethin’ and Deviant- somethin’ sites. My grandbaby showed me, bless her heart. She’s always fiddlin’ with that phone of hers. Said it was full of “inspiration.” Hmph, inspiration for what, I don’t know. But some of them pictures, they stuck with me.
There’s this one picture I saw, of a black virgo woman with stars in her hair. Real sparkly stars, like she plucked ‘em right outta the sky. And she had this look in her eyes… like she could see right through ya. Made me feel a little… uneasy, truth be told. But also… kinda in awe, y’know? Like she was somethin’ special.
Then there’s the ones with all the… whatchamacallit… symbols. You know, circles and triangles and squiggly lines. My grandbaby calls it “mystic art” or somethin’. Says it’s supposed to mean somethin’ deep and spiritual. I don’t know about all that, but I gotta admit, some of it’s pretty to look at. It makes ya think, even if ya don’t know what you’re thinkin’ about.
And the colors! My goodness, the colors! Sometimes it’s all dark and shadowy, with just a little bit of gold or silver peekin’ through. Makes it feel kinda… magical, like somethin’ outta a fairy tale. Other times it’s bright and bold, with reds and blues and greens that just jump right out at ya. Makes ya feel… alive, I guess. Like you could just get up and dance a jig, even if your knees ain’t what they used to be.
Some of this black virgo art, it ain’t just pictures, neither. There’s statues, too. And jewelry. Even… cloth things, like blankets and such. My grandbaby showed me a picture of a scarf with a black virgo woman on it. Looked real soft and pretty. Said she wanted to buy it, but it cost more than a whole flock of chickens, so I told her to forget about it. We ain’t made of money, ya know.
Now, I ain’t sayin’ I understand all this art stuff. Heck, half the time I don’t even know what I’m lookin’ at. But I can tell ya this: it makes me feel somethin’. It makes me think about things I don’t normally think about. Like the stars, and the moon, and the… you know… the universe and all that. Makes me feel small, but also… kinda connected, too. Like I’m part of somethin’ bigger than just me and my chickens.
And I reckon that’s the point, ain’t it? Art, it ain’t just about pretty pictures. It’s about… feelin’ somethin’. It’s about connectin’ with somethin’. And this black virgo art, well, it does that for me, even if I can’t explain it in fancy words. It’s got a power to it, a kinda… magic. And that’s good enough for me.
So, if you ever get a chance to see some black virgo art, don’t just scoff and walk away. Take a minute. Look at it. Let it sink in. You might be surprised at what you feel. You might even… gasp… like it. And if you don’t, well, that’s okay too. Art ain’t for everyone, I guess. But for me, this black virgo stuff… it’s somethin’ special. It’s a window to somethin’ I don’t quite understand, but I sure do enjoy lookin’ through it.
And that’s all I gotta say about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They ain’t gonna feed themselves, ya know.
