pondering art

Hmm, art. All the many types. Photography, sculptures, paintings, sketches, and collages, and more. All of those things you can hold in your hand. I feel that writing is an art, and poetry certainly is. Can you hold poetry? You can hold a piece of paper with poetry on it, but I don't think you can hold poetry. Can you even see poetry? Hmm, that's a tough one. You can see the words that make up the poem, but you can't see the sounds that make up the art of poetry. Dance is an art. You can see dancers dancing, and you can feel dance while dancing yourself. You can't hold dance though. So what is the definition of art? I'm going to look it up right now.

art1 –noun. the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance

Beautiful, appealing, more than ordinary significance. That sounds so nice.

Art can also be someones name. Like "Hey Art, wanna come help me set the table?" Art is short for Arthur, I'm pretty sure. I wonder if people named Art feel a strange pressure to be beautiful, appealing, and more than ordinary significance. In response to the table setting question, Art would probably answer "I would darling, but I am far too busy at the moment reciting Shakespeare!"

This blog has been an effort to narrow my beat, rather than report on it. But I feel that if I narrowed my beat to one type of art I wouldn't enjoy this as much. I suppose I just like to keep my options open.