Art?
What is art? Is it what our life is, or is it what we wish our lives could be? Is art what we are feeling at the moment, or is it something that we can never feel? At what point does trash become art, and at what time does art become trash? Art can obviously be almost any medium, but what about other things? Can a tree swaying in the wind be art? Sure, it can be art if someone paints it or if a picture is taken of it. But what if it is just observed on some obscure Friday evening? What if it just happens to be that perfect moment where the sun is setting and the wind is blowing just right… Is this art? Does art imitate life, or does life imitate art? Do people live with art, or live for art?
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