This is a conundrum I have been puzzling over for a long time. In the contemporary world, it almost seems that anything is art and therefore nothing is art.
It occurred to me that the problem is looking at the object instead of the maker. The one who throws his/her whole self at the problem with skill, passion, creativity and courage and who doesn't give up.
There is the artist. There is the art.
In a pleasant surprise, this brought me back to my favorite definition of art--by Eugene Ionesco:
Art is the collision of a man with the universe.
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