...If Art is 

a Crime

we shall

dig the 

motive...

pluck the

culprit 

on the 

soap box 

stand with

one hand 

upon the 

tattered

bible and 

our jaws

to the

ground...

...if Work 

has no 

meaning

we Art 

truly 

alone

n- broke-

n- a-p-Art

n- chained

to the dirt

...If Life 

serves no

purpose

then this 

Sentence... 

is too long!

...If Beauty 

mocks and

mimics 

Reason

perhaps

we’re all

bettered

without

falseness

of mirrors?

#Art? #Challenge

Art is the breath in my lungs,

the blood in my veins,

the shining glint in my eyes,

the medicine to my pains.

You ask me whether it's plausible or not

that art is an entity of great intellect

or is it really just to please the mind,

and to say this ,is my duty.

Beauty is the intelligence that fuels an artist's passion,

for art is a way to release,

all that pent up fuming aggression.

It is true,

the elegance of art is enamouring beyond words,

but isn't beauty a motive too?

for flawless meanings and plans define perfection,

and isn't perfection elegant too?

11/1/18

Art... motive, meaning, beauty? Why can’t it be all! If a person paints, sculpts, photgraphs, designs, dances, writes... they are expressing what they like, love, think, know, unlike, hate, feel... in the moment. There is sometimes planning, sometimes it’s impromptu. Either way, they are articulating how they believe, what they like, how they feel. Getting it out of their mind, in a way they choose, a way they enjoy. Everyone has a bit of artistry in them. They just need to find their medium of expression and having the desire to create, produce, give, construct. They then can share, protect, preserve, hide their works away, whatever they want, it’s up to them.

Art, whether it is done with an intentional motive or meaning, or merely as something that is pleasing to the eye, has the ability to move us. To help us see things in a different perspective, in a new way that hopefully opens something deep within us to be able to see beauty in all things. Therefore, whether art is simply a beautiful picture, or something with a deeper social meaning meant to inform, it's value is the same. Both cause us to become more aware and both resonate with our inner conciousness. So, I suppose what I am saying is, that beauty is in itself a motive, so the question becomes moot.

A meaning?

A motive?

Or... just beauty alone?

What defines art?

The eye draws to something pleasing, something beautiful. They call it art. But what exactly drawn you in? How was it beautiful to you? Why did you call beautiful? Was it the colours? Or was the composition? Or was it because it represented something you love.

Like the way you think the colour blue beautiful? Why?

Simple answer: there’s no simple answer. Something that is beautiful to you can be ugly to another. It’s the way it calls out to you.

Maybe there no meaning behind it. Or maybe there is no motive behind it. Maybe it just stands for its beauty. But it’s only beautiful because you said so. It’s art because you think it’s beautiful.

The heart sings to meaning. To the deeper meanings and the story behind everything. It seeks something that would make it pound with happiness. Maybe not always happiness but sadness or even anger. A journey. So they call it art. Because they can break it down see a meaning. Because it hold meaning.

But can you see what other’s see? Can you see the meaning behind this art or do you just see it? You say it has meaning behind it so you call it art. But what is it that you see? What is it that your heart sings to?

What is that meaning that draws you in? That makes it art?

Simple answer: there’s no simple answer. Something that’s hold meaning to you can hold no meaning to another. Something drawn or made to show meaning and to show something can be called art because you saw the meaning.

Motive. Maybe someone made this art for a reason. To talk to the people. To instruct. To show. So they call it art.

But that’s the thing. Can you see the motive?

No? Yes?

No? Then is it not art anymore?

Yes? Then does that mean it’s art?

What about someone who thinks differently to you?

Simple answer: there’s no simple answer. Something that holds a motive because you can see it.

Then what about something that’s is ugly but holds meaning? What about something ugly that holds motive? What something beautiful that holds meaning? What about something beautiful that holds motive?

A meaning?

A motive?

Or... just beauty alone?

What defines art?

I think it’s art because you called it art. I think it’s called called art because it drawn a reaction from you. It made you stop. Maybe it can be all three of these things or not at all, it is what you give it. How you perceive it.

I think art boils down to the person— to you.

In my eyes,

Art is art

If it can make someone think,

Reconsider their own beliefs

If it can inspire to strive higher

To overcome everything with heart and soul

Even if it's just attractive to look at

With no clear meaning behind it

Art is art

And every piece of it is important

It was not easy,

Getting the bile,

Mixing the grease

With crushed coal,

And red earth,

And blood.

And making that brush,

Oh, that took years:

I tried a stem,

With crushed fibers,

Then a bit of fur,

Then an oxtail,

Then sacrificing,

My own falling mane.

The others thought a worm ,

Or perhaps the devil,

Stirrs deep between my ears.

I started unambitiously,

Hesitant, checking what could be done.

Short essays in my art:

A boulder painted with a mendalla,

A hand print blown with oil, ocre, and dust.

By the spring, we were famished.

Stocks running low,

We left the cave, to search for game.

To feed our empty stomachs.

I could not resist the joy we felt!

After that shaggy rhino,

After that mammoth,

Gave their lives,

In generosity.

We will not die!

We will not starve!

They said I went and lost my mind,

Instead of resting,

Our stomachs bloated with all that meat.

But I could not help myself.

The cave was big

And the walls larger than any boulder.

And so...blank..

And the death of a friend,

That I had to draw, too.

How, in his moment,

He fought the bear valiantely,

And saved me!

But his son was too young,

And so, I drew for him,

For his father.

I raised the boy,

And he became a great hunter,

Our proud leader.

And to my joy,

No one questions his sanity,

As he takes the brush

From my withered hand,

And draws new visages.

Those who create art often have a motive and thirst to express something that they see as important in the world. Perhaps the motivation to create art is self-expression. It could also be the means the artist adopts to expose the world to a unique form of beauty that only they can see. Or maybe they draw a phalis on the inside wall of a restroom stall at the Olive Garden because they're an immature douche. For good or ill, motivation and a desire to express some self learned truth can lead to art.

Art can be also be accidental in the same kind of way you impregnate your girlfriend after using a steel belted condom. The chaotically random nature of the universe that allowed a perferated condom to pass through Trojan's quality control and into your wallet is the same randomness that generates the beauty of a sunset, or the dappled light reflecting off of capped mountains. So, art can also be a product of random chance.

Art comes in so many forms. Artists are inside of all of us. We all have artistic abilities. I love writing and that is my type of art. Other people's art may come in paintings and singing but you are free to have your different art forms. Art has the abilitiy to make you happy or make you sad. It has the ability to light up the world. Each piece of my writing has some type of meaning behind it. Even when I don't plan on it having meaning it usually has some type of underlying meaning. Art comes directly from the heart and when we are going through things in life sometimes those things come out in our art. Art has its own beauty and it can signify the meaning that it has. Beauty can also be part of the meaning such as to help you see the beauty inside yourself.