What is Art?

There are many forms of art.  Living is an art form.  How we express ourselves, our mannerisms, how we relate to one another, the impressions we make, our form of speech, language, and vocabulary; all of these and more, cultivate our personalities and lives.

The manifestation of our body is an art form.  I looked up the definition of the word form, and it means "the shape and configuration of something."  Human beings are miraculous pieces of art, masterfully formed inside the womb, one cell at a time.  We come to life from the inside out, branching from Source to live.  Once here, we engage with people, places, and things.  

Some of us use the body to create classic works of art like paintings, sculptures, and architecture.  And most of us procreate, we create life itself.  There are performing arts, music, dancing, singing, acting, and writing.  We transmit ideas and thoughts through these forms; they can elevate our spirits, or plummet them to the dredges of misery.  Art pulls us through a broad spectrum of human emotions, and artists consider their works as a body, an extension of themselves.  

Although one might be moved by an art piece, beauty is always in the eye of the beholder.  When I feel a deep sense that I AM moved and transported into another dimension, that is art.  When in a moment, I know I’m stirred, yet grounded on this earth appreciating what I'm feeling or creating, that is art.

Dance is my favorite form; it is liberating, energetic, and a conduit to my heart.  The most profound expressions of my soul come to life within the movements of a dance.  Whether I'm watching or dancing it, the music, the story, and the characters of that art form come to life inside of me.  I become the painter and the painting, the sculpture and the sculpturer, the architect, and Universal Architecture.  

The passion and pain emoted from the dance of life is my engine.  It flows from one moment to the next, one emotion to another.  The dance of life is a whimsical, daunting, imaginative statement from Source coming through me physically and spiritually.  It spins a journey of intrigue, magic, and mystery.  Life has bestowed me with the gift of dance, and I AM blessed that this world is my canvas.  I build my body of work and use my dance to leave an impression upon the fabric of our Universe.  I can shape, color, and configure its patterns into a more wonderous and thoughtful play on life, or I can demonstrate the struggle and fight against the unrelenting pain and suffering that constantly surface time and again. 

Either way, we all express ourselves through whatever art form we choose to love, whether we create or appreciate it.  In the end, I believe each of us leaves our unique imprint and expression of color and hue on this world no matter what form we choose. Before we fall from the tree of life back to the soil from whence we came, I think we long to leave our impressions behind.