It’s not something I’ve really thought about until yesterday in a particular Visual Arts lesson. We were doing theory instead of practical (glazing ceramic food!) because we only had a single period instead of the preferred double.
I was like, “Okay, this is going to suck. Wait, maybe not..?”
It went something like this:
Teacher: Okay class, what is art and who is an artist?
Class: Art is painting and drawing, and um, artists!
Me: Art comes from within and is driven by the emotions we connect to it. *Rambles on a bit more*
(GOOD GOD, if only I had that sort of knowledge when it comes to taking Maths tests!)
Teacher: Yes, that’s a fantastic point! I agree with you. *New slide on PowerPoint*
Teacher: *Lets us read new scenario on board* What do we all think this person is?
Class: Artist, obviously.
Teacher: *New slide* What do we think now?
Class: WHAT NO
Boy: THAT’S A BAKER WHAT WHAT WHAT
Teacher: And so the debate begins! Artist or Baker.. *New slide*
Teacher: This artist is called Miralda and his work is called ‘Coloured bread.’ Very unique name, aye?
WHOLE CLASS EXCEPT FOR ME: IT’S GODDAMN FORTY CENT BREAD, IT’S NOT ART.
Teacher: *Smiles to self* Debate is on! Bakers and artists separate. (And at this point, everybody moved over to the Baker side so the teacher had to get some people to change spots xD)
My group: Okay everybody, read your arguments.
Everybody: *woah* Okay, you speak.
And I did. Almost got a standing ovation too! I just get so passionate sometimes and talk and talk. I super super wish my talent extended to all subjects though.
And so, the big question: What is Art? 💡
Well, that’s up to you, isn’t it? Art is individual, but to me, Art means..//
“You are Art, I am Art. Why is this not art? There are creators and then there is creation. Art is like humaity. It possesses many qualities and can elicit different responses from each and every one of us. If all we ever do is stare at the surface, we’ll never see beyond. Art is waking up in the morning and seeing the sun rise. Art is smiling at that person on the street, or laughing at that joke that wasn’t even funny. Art is infinite and beautiful in ways you could never imagine. One day you’ll wake up and go “I am an artist”, and you’ll probably surprise yourself, but deep down you’ll know. Ordinary is extraordinary. You dared to live and looks what you became- a beautiful masterpiece of your own working, flowers blooming from your very soul. Flawed but never silenced.
Art does not die. It cannot be ordered. It is unruly, not like the atoms that make up your very being.
How amazing, to live so fearlessly.