Art is kind of like the concept of a soul. Someone somewhere came up with the idea that your soul is separate from your body and lasts forever and ever. It is exactly who you are; it is the purity of your being that is higher or better than your simple dumb body. But why bother with a soul when one can see that your personality and mind are interwoven with your body? That if you had a different body, you would be a different person? We are singular beings, not people divided into “soul” and “body”.
People have made “art” to be kind of like that. Over the years the definition of art has become something that’s “higher” or more sacred than common images or objects. People can create a painting or a sculpture, but in the traditional sense, not all of it is considered “art”. For the past 100 years or so, people have been debunking that myth. Art is simply a word. When broken down into its simplest terms, it doesn’t really mean much. If art is something that a person creatively assembles with intention, then art can be anything: from a piece of chalk to a landscape painting to an Ikea dresser. And when art is anything, it becomes everything, therefore rendering itself null and void.
It is just a word.
