Art Is...

Art…

How does one define the word ‘Art’?

I pressed the dipped brush to the blank canvas, watching as the color bleeds onto the white space.
Slowly.

Creating. Visualizing. Forming an image.

The paint continues to bleed, carrying bits and pieces of emotions inside.

She presses the charcoal pencil to the paper, elegantly and gracefully tracing abstract forms and shapes.

She slightly smears what was there, grimacing slightly since it was an accident.

She doesn’t mope. She doesn’t give up.

She works with the error, and makes it into something beautiful.

Another smear. Another creative opportunity.

He places his hands on the frets, sighing in content at the feel of the strings under his fingertips.

He plucks one string…He plucks another.

He bends a string. He taps the frets. He continues to strum.

The melody echoes through the room, dissolving every other sound.
The other sounds do not matter. Not now.

Art…

Emotions…thoughts…ideas…

Captured inside of an image, a sculpture, a song, a poem.

A way to express oneself.

A way to escape reality.

A way to feel, to breathe.

A way to branch out and be free.

In the mind, body and soul…

Art is anything.

Art is everything.