student writing contest 2

As I walked through the wide expanse, the large space seemed much smaller by the addition of big rectangular pillars in the midpoint of the hall. On every available vertical surface, there seemed to be a smattering of color and form displayed in neat, modern frames. Many say that art is the purest form of communication, but this seems to beg the question: why do we make art? To communicate, yes, but why? why would the creative mind be urged so much as they are to spread his or her thoughts to the public? out of all of the vague, internal urges that the modern human feels, this one seems to be one more in-directly linked to our misty, primeval past. Is it that even the primitive, necessity driven man of pre-history had an inexplicable urge to create just like us? Could it be that the crude, simple shapes displayed on ancient cave walls prove the existence of this strange feeling? or is this urge just a by-product of our materialistic luxurious modern lifestyle, something that we only want because we can? But in the end, whatever the origin,art is still a fundamental part of our modern society, and as long as it can be appreciated and understood by others, it will continue to draw casual passers by and cultured critics alike to mosey through a gallery, invite us for a brief moment to quietly ponder, and to inspire, provoke, challenge.