Sunday, 17 April 2016

Drizzled in Art

Wikipedia defines art as "a diverse range of human activities in creating visual, auditory or performing artifacts – artworks, expressing the author's imaginative or technical skill, intended to be appreciated for their beauty or emotional power". 

The truth, however, is less verbose. It's simple. Art is art. There are no definitions. I think literally anything that basically nails that particular essence of, "man, this is beautiful, I like it" is art.

Art is for everyone, because art is in everyone. To engage in art is to, simply, enjoy it. And the only way to enjoy art is to devour it, even in the most pedestrian of ways— in listening to a song and losing track of your surroundings, in turning puffs of hookah into swirling ghosts, and even in taking a photograph with your grainy phone camera to immortalize a fleeting moment. This, and much more, is art. 

The question remains. Why art? What is the reason behind my love affair with art, that compelled me to dedicate not one but two posts about it?

I spoke at length –albeit pretentiously– about the why hereSee, as a kid I remember drawing squiggles with crayon over every blank space I could find. Art was my way of escaping reality, opening a glimpse into a world created by me, wherein all the things I wanted to stay away from could be removed as easily as with an eraser. I have come a long way from that first crayoned squiggle; my command over art is constantly evolving as I change as a person. I now scam my friends into paying me to draw caricatures of them with celebrities. Art is now no longer just an escape, but the very essence of my life (she said, pretentiously).

This is where DeviantArt comes into the picture. For the past year, I have been trying my hand at a little amateur illustration. Although drizzled in art (my posts are very sporadic), do check out my DA profile, its USP being a medley of fun, passion, and procrastination. 


See you on the flip side.

Let's talk about art..

When we think of art, we typically think of oil canvas paintings hanging in a museum or unclad cherubs on the high ceiling of a cathedral. 

But, reader, art isn't confined only to such highbrow places. Because art is, in fact, everywhere.

Art has no boundaries, emerging in every shape and form, in every nook and corner of the world, just waiting to be interpreted. Our notion of art needs to be expanded, we need to be able to identify it in everyday places– in the way gravel is strewn over the sidewalk, in the methodical peeling of paint of an old worn out wooden chair, or in the purest form of joy expressed on a child's face.

Art can be found in the most ordinary places. What follows is a medley of what I would categorize as art– random photographs captured and chronicled in my phone gallery.







Bottom line, Reader, art can be found anywhere and everywhere, as long as we are willing to find it, and devour it in all of its glory.

Disclaimer: Sure what I call art, might not be "art" to you. And that's okay. Because that is where its beauty lies: appreciation of art is subjective. The world is our art museum, and we are just stroky-chinned critics in scarves.