Sarah Oh’s Art Gallery

Are we happy—truly happy—in this modern age?
An age where science reaches beyond the stars,
where life is replicated,
and dreams once confined to fiction now blur into reality.

In such a world, what meaning remains in art?
Why paint, when machines compute faster than thought,
and virtual beauty is built with code?

Yet I paint—because I must.

Not in defiance of progress,
but because beneath every innovation,
the human soul still longs to feel.

We are not beings of logic alone.
We are shaped by love, by fear, by wonder.
Emotion is not a weakness—it is a signature.
Only humans weep at beauty,
rage at injustice,
tremble at the unknown.

Art gives form to this invisible truth.
It reminds us that to be human
is not merely to know—but to feel.