There is meaning in the world that cannot be captured by language, science, argument, or dogma.
Art is that meaning.
Art is the thing that is so obviously true that it cannot be explained.
We experience this meaning in many ways, but usually by accident. Like love, or God, art happens just outside the borders of intention. We might go looking for these things, but usually it is they that find us.
When we are found – by art, love, the divine – we can bear witness to that moment with an image. The image is not that moment, though – it is just residue.
If you stop chasing images, they will appear.