art

What is art? A question that I've been pondering for a few days. Proposed to me by Jonny. A simple question that has taken hours of my attention. Art to me is language. Literature. Poetry. Words. The use of words can be abused by the ignorant, or can created mental imagery by the artistic. The book I'm reading is called "A Walk through the woods". Written by Bill Bryson, it's a simple 300 page story about his walk through the appalachain trail. For $8 and a dozen hours you can get a vivid recounting of the experiences he endured. Time binding in it's purest form. 300 pages of words can put the imagination of anyone, in any part of the World beside him on that trail. Simply beautiful how words can override the mind like that. Writing will be my artform. I've started to notice the beauty in slogans, signs, and the words my co-workers use to express themselves. I have a tremendous amount of respect for a carefully written sentence. I've always enjoyed classic writings, such as Thoreau, Emmerson, Paine, Smith and I'm starting to realize why. Their books, essays, and short stories have been revered for years because of the time they took to craft each sentence. Hemmingway is the only author I can think of who is more direct in his writing than Thomas Paine, but Paine has a beauty and flow to his writing that I haven't read in much of Hemmingway's writing. I have tremendous respect for these men. This week has been important. I've discovered my artform....