I love art. I love it’s building process mostly. I love the way someone can take something so innocent- so innocuous- as a blank sheet of paper or a canvas or a wall and turn it into something absolutely vile. Or fantastic! Or beautiful, or heart wrenching, or hysterical. I love the way that art almost literally comes from nothing. It’s almost like a perfect aligning of events, like it wouldn’t be able to happen unless there were a series of beautiful and crazy things going on at the time. Which is, basically, true.
It is in my opinion that art is what made humanity. For as long as we have been human we have always had art in some form or another. It’s what makes us who we are. All humans are artists because art is a collection of interactions between humans and everything else, each line a memory, each stroke a tear, every violent splatter a wound. You may not have made any art yourself but you have helped in the making of it and that is what makes you an artist.