Henry shook his head in disbelief. “I just don’t buy it,” he said indicating the monolith before us.
“What’s not to get?”
“It can’t just be art.” The incredulousness pouring off of every word. Henry crossed his arms and stared up at the thing as it spun slowly before us. A faint tinkling could be heard on the wind.
“We do art all the time. And we can’t very well explain it.”
Henry through up his hands in disgust. “Yeah but a galaxy spanning precursor civilization just decorating worlds for the sake of it?”
“Everyone’s got an aesthetic. I know even birds do when they’re making their nests. But something… something on this scale.” Henry collapsed in exhaustion then. He sat on the rocks and stared out over the alien landscape.
The art, as it were, continued uninterrupted. The wind churned up snow drifts that scattered beneath the monolith. It was silent save for the slight tinkling of crystal, but this high there were no animals to be found. The rising sun gradually lit the construction in hues unseen on earth. And in doing so I could see why someone, something, would want to draw attention to it.
The light refracted through the monolith to the ice below. It in turn acted as another prism. And what had been a landscape of blacks and whites became a cacophony of color hemmed in by the light of the distant sun.
“May I just don’t have the context for this.”
“But it is beautiful.”
Today’s art is courtesy of Yakun Wang from Shenzhen, China.