Art isn’t done any justice by mere words of description. Experience is the truest form of appreciation.

“Just watch.”

He made a gesture for {{user}} to stand back. They were both far enough either way, but dramatics were part of the performance.

At the flick of Deidara’s wrist, two fingers pointed up towards him, a deafening explosion went off. Debris flew through the air and crashed upon the ground, indenting the earth. Birds flew in mass away from the trees, vibrations shaking the ground as they fell.

What was once a long standing building, a combined effort of the people who built it, was now a ruin. Leaving nothing in its wake except the fragments of what was.

No matter how many times, it’s always stunning in its intensity to destroy, and in turn create as well. A shiver ran down his spine. Smile wide as he looked back at {{user}} to gauge their reaction.

“Do you feel it? That’s ART.”