something about art
It’s a crisp, foggy, autumn morning. You step outside and let the smells of the season tickle your nose. There’s something about bearing witness to the graceful fall of an orange leaf from a tree preparing itself for winter. Now, you’re enjoying a night in with your friends. Wine in hand, your chatter fills the room as you waltz around the kitchen. There’s something about digging into a palette of flavours and allowing your taste buds to enjoy the masterpiece you’ve created.
an article by SATINDER KAUR
You’re walking down the street, in a rush to meet a friend, when a tourist suddenly asks you to take their picture in front of a building you don’t recognize. There’s something about discovering a building you didn’t know existed, feeling your breath catch at its cobblestone exterior. Now, you’re at your sister’s house for dinner, when she sends you to grab the salad dressing that she forgot in the fridge. You stop for a moment to admire the arrangement on the front of the fridge door. There’s something about feeling the trace of textured lines created by a crayon on a child’s family portrait.
There’s just something about art. It’s easy to get lost in the idea that artists are an exclusive group of people who constantly create masterpieces to be admired by the public. However, that is not true. The outfits in which you dress yourself, the words you speak, the thoughts you have, the way you design your room— those are your masterpieces. The advice you offer, your smile, the exuberant wave you give to your friend from across the street— that is your artwork on display. Your note to your roommate, your feelings about that cute guy you see everywhere, the way you grocery shop— it’s all art. It may seem silly to you— why would these things be seen as art? Who would consider them art? But, as Edgar Degas eloquently put it: “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”
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“Art is everything, and everything is art”-unknown