Saw this wee guy and Facebook today. He made me giggle. Then he made me feel slightly guilty. And then he made me think.
Have I created art today? Well, I haven’t done any quilting. I forgot to draw a cloud symbol in my BuJo to mark tomorrow’s weather. My handwriting isn’t at the calligraphy stage yet. I can’t be bothered putting my makeup on even though I’m going out tonight and nor have I written any poetry.
But what is art? Is art writing a letter to a new friend who’s feeling down and making sure it was posted tonight? Is art doing a bit of decluttering to make my home pleasant? Is art writing a blog post? Is art trying to be a nice, compassionate human being in a sometimes cold and unfeeling world?
I’d say it is.