#thesisofhought

I could write a whole fucking novel on this thought, but damn if it has not been something that I have been trying to figure out how to somewhat eloquently put into words since college, so here goes nothing...

Enjoy the inner workings of my mind.

Art Redefined

What constitutes art?

This is a questions artists and creatives ask themselves,

Or push from their minds with unrelenting diligence.

People the world over create in countless mediums,

Some that many would argue is not even an art form.

Some will be recognized, their names recorded in the histories for ages to come.

Others will create quietly and pass through this life unnoticed.

Art.

A word so perfectly subjective it is a headache to contemplate.

And define.

For a work to be defined as art must it comment on life, politics, or the human condition?

Is art not a portrait of something beautiful and fleeting, captured in a single moment.

Preserved for all of time?

Art is all of these things, more even....and quite possibly everything.

Everything we live our lives in and around.

But can art simply be?

Do we not create as an expression, as an extension of self?

What if art were simply defined as any creative expression of the mind?

Suddenly there is infinite possibility to find beauty in the ordinary.

To awe at the wonder that is creation.

Life is messy.

It requires creativity to truly live.

So is it so radical to say,

We are all artists.

A few notes:

Consider this a thesis statement. The thesis being that art is boundless. Creative thought is just beautiful as any painting (think mathematician, mechanic, city planning, hell, how a person comes up with a creative solution to any problem...the mind is an interesting thing)