No, really, what is art? When you think of art do you conjure up images from a museum? A perfect painting, perhaps, from some historic artist framed in ornate wood, surrounded in gold, and hung in perfect lighting.
There is a place for these perfect replications. They are the gems that capture some important moments in history and inspire many of us. Maybe we secretly hope our creations could be as majestic as these masters.
The truth is, art is often less than perfect and I believe the less perfect, the better.
I see beauty in the missteps, the accidents, the off-kilter. All of that creates something unique and new. And that leads to new understandings of the world, it gives us inspiration, freedom, permission, and even excitement.
Also, and this is a big one, it gives us all permission to be less than perfect.
And that can help us all feel like we can take a risk, not be perfect, and let spirit, our muse, move us to create from the heart.
So, I ask you, what is art? Is it a mark or a perfect rendition? Is it a feeling or a dance? Or, is it a burning desire to create in whatever way you can, from where you are right at this moment?