I love art. And I bet a year ago, any of you who know me personally, would have looked at me like I was crazy if I said that. But since moving to LA and being around so many creative people, I've come to realize how much I love art and how beautiful it is.
This idea was all sparked by a conversation I overheard at a bookstore last night. A man was with his (I'm assuming) girlfriend and they were standing next to me in the art section of th store. They were discussing a book that had some sort of art pieces in it, and the girl was saying how she didn't understand what the artist was thinking and what the painting was about. And what the man said back was what, I think, something that really explained what art is to people. He said," Maybe he wasn't even thinking. Maybe this was just his way of opening up and letting everything inside him flow out onto the canvas." I'm pretty sure I put down the book I was looking at just to comprehend what I just heard.
Now you see that sort of thing all over Tumblr, or in quotes on Pinterest. But to hear it in real life, in the art section of a bookstore, on a Saturday night in Los Angeles, was pretty damn cool.
The crazy and beautiful thing about art is, is that it's all about perception. Which in some cases, people would say ruins it, and ruins the definition of it. But that's what I think is most beautiful about it. You could look at a blank white wall, with a single red dot in the middle, and come up with a million reasons as to why that red dot is there or what it represents. Or you could just look at it as a white wall with a red dot. Either way, it can be art, depending on who you ask.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'll never be the type of person to sit in front of the same painting in a museum, for hours on end, to analyze it and what it symbolizes and means. But I will continue to enjoy other people's perceptions of art and continue to make my own perceptions of works that I see. Whether it's in a museum or graffiti on the street.
It's all art, depending on who you ask.