Art is an amazing, insane thing.
It's a form of translation/transition.
Take a painter(or any artist for that matter).
He looks at a thing,
then he recovers the data that
it created in his brain,
and via the transfer of energy
(neuron impulses to muscle action
while painting) he creates a painting,
an echo of the thing he saw,
an echo of an exact moment in time
and certain arrangement of atoms.
Then we look at it, and new data
is born inside our heads, an energy recreated.
Kind of like time travelling machine.
What a flow.  


Let's go even deeper now.
Imagine a writer.
He creates a story in his head,
and writes a book using letters,
that build words.
Words are an artificial creation
of men, that trigger a certain
images in our heads.
I see it kind of like
Pavlov's dog situation-
-think of a parent showing an apple
to a child, and teaching him that
this is an "apple". Kid looks at it,
repeats the word, and connects
the image, smell, facture to this
mashup of letters - "apple".
Later, when there's no apple,
but the word is present,
this child imagines an apple in his head.
Everything that's written and read
behaves like that. Words are a glimpse
of real things, encoded in our brains.