Art, What is it?
Art is More than the oil on canvas Soaring notes, Ink on the page, Or twirling across a stage.
When looking at the play, Sculpture, Magnificent edifice, We only see, hear, feel Skill’s interpretation Of imagination.
The dazzling dance number, Tasteful dish, And intoxicating design, Do not tell the whole story.
Most often The work Is not evident In the work of art, Any work of art.
It begins with an urging, Sometimes an urgency within consciousness, Seeking expression.
Something beyond senses Longing to be communicated, Viewed, Heard, Experienced.
Something beyond form Longing to touch And to be touched.
Formlessness Desiring to be seen, Felt, Received.
Pathos, Whimsy, Love, Beauty, Deliciousness, Exhilaration, Satire, Illumination, Wanting to be understood, Waiting to be shared.
Art needs a co-conspirator, It seeks an artist, Discovers a minion.
It nudges, nags, or dominates the artist’s consciousness. It inspires its transcriber, Torments its accomplice. It requires Its own mediums and methods.
Art May pour itself relentlessly Through the artist
Or It may trickle Over weeks, months, and years. It may needle the artist, Demanding perfect execution Of an ephemeral ideal.
Art, So sweet, Masterful, Sublime and rebellious, Liberating, Licentious, Frenzied and extraordinary.
Art, Maddening and divine.