Art

From time to time I question the value of what I do ... I write.  The language I draw from comes from the heart ... but is recording what I introspectively feel  beneficial to anyone?  In comparison, my friend takes pictures.  His interpretation is contained within the photo frames as he edits his work, he adjusts depth of color, scope ... the angle of the lens, the light, perspective by zooming in to focus on one small aspect of the entire composition but what he perceives is still, for the most part, in context.  A viewer may not get the entire picture but does see what was in the camera’s eye.  Is writing using my sixth sense as a guide giving the reader an accurate image of what is authentic?  Am I allowing enough empty canvas for another point of view?  Isn’t it foolhardy for me to believe that the prose that I produce reveals sagacity?  Although I strive to write with integrity, what I take notice of may be inaccurate not only for me, but for the reader as well.