Monday, December 5, 2022
I am subjected with a choice to make. Or not. I guess not making a choice is part of a choice which is in itself a bit of a conundrum. Gross. I am trying to allow myself to take time but still take risks. I'm not really sure how to explain that. How do I act without doing so in fear that I will run out of time to do the act? Will it matter if I do it? Will it not? Questions that baffle me way too much for my own good. Signs of an artist, I guess. Everything we do as people is art. Words and colors are art, but so is math and chemistry. It is the art of understanding the world around us, and the art of curiosity; to be human is to create art and to create art is to replicate the world we see or don't see. It is the most human thing about us, I think. I did some readings on Aristotle's definition of art and a couple of other philosophers and have started to think of my own definition. Except for the fact that I don't entirely believe that some things can have or need a definition and that is art in itself. The art of allowing something to exist without the need to explain it or understand it.
mishuev