My name is art
Or that is what they call me
Most of them
Some people call me other things,
until later in life,
then they figured that art is the name they should give me.
I’m portraying these words of myself so that you can know me a little bit more.
You’ve probably met me, many times. Sometimes in school,
and other times in private. Love
I have always been glad to meet you,
and so have you.
Our meeting is always very personal,
and it seems like it used to trigger your personal desires and thoughts, until next time we meet, and then they have usually changed. But sometimes they are the same. And that’s when you really appreciate me.
I can never be put in a box, although people try hard. Usually people have an experience of me, and feeling scared they can loose it, they put me in a box or try to trap me inside of the object they met me through. By the time they have done that I’m already long gone, but most people actually don’t take notice. I awake their desires but since they mistake me for their desires, the overwhelming desires take the place of me, and I get reduced to objects people discuss over, buy and sell, or in long nights trying to re-create me with their bare hands. I am sad about all these things. Because they make me seem far away. Or that control is the way to contain me, not knowing I will not leave them. Ever. Well, hopefully it will teach them who I am. That I am not constrained to the objects people have met me through, but rather I am the one that gives these objects their value, as a view gives value to a window. Without the view, the window would have no value. People call the window art when they forget who I am, when it is the view they saw through the window that truly is art.
I seem to come when people stand in appreciation and awe. And usually the more abstract the object the more I seem to come, only because it gives them an opportunity to sink deeper into their ability of seeing through a window. I appreciate that, when people use the ability I’ve given to see me, seeing beyond what is seen. The truth is, I am always here, in all that is seen, heard and felt. I am the beyond. And the experience of that meeting, is what people often call art. Because I give beauty to all that is appriciated. You might not like this text, because it may seem simple, dumb, or not correct. This might be because I don’t fit the box of what you think about art or some other reason. Well, to be honest, even the writer doubts me in this text, missing me, because he does not appriciate the writing through his hand, well let me tell you, he know he is wrong, for he experiences me nudging on his heart saying “hey appreciate me in this text and see it is starting to become beautiful!”
That’s why you never can create art. I create you, and you meet art, when you appriciate you.
Well you might think that you don’t like this defintion, because it’s not a full definition. No, it’s not a definition, it’s an invitation, to me, and you, and the dance that is the essence of art. That’s why these words will leave you with that definition, so that we can meet again. Beginning with these words
I am the one that lifts you up when you are low
I am the one that holds you close in the winter and the snow
When it is cold in this life
Warmth I give, with my breath to things, even poems like this
Is it pretty, is it perfect?
If it was I could not be seen
When I turn you inside out, through the well written and the cheesy
Only then, can we meet in fine dining and the greesy
You will see how relaxation breaks through the glass of all your wants
when you accept the elegance of mcdonalds together with a jazz restaurant
Only then, in the middle of the night
You and me, in the silence of the moonlight
Have we found the place we can be
Me and you, naked and free
Our true intimacy
Everything is art,
when you know me.
For you will appreciate,
not only the show,
but the mustard
as the greese
but also as the smallest of seeds.