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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um…who did you steal this from?
Right whatever, This is something that I thought about while going to my friends house to feed his pets while he is away on vacation. I saw a painting just proped up agains the wall in the basement behind his fish tank. I liked it quite a bit, but wondered why this piece of art was kept where no one could enjoy it. Thus my writing is born.
that makes sense…but maybe there is no concrete definition for what art really is. maybe the definition veries personally
God, youre gay.