One of my favorite things about art is that no one can prove you’re wrong or you aren’t doing it right. It’s entirely subjective.  Of course there are snobs who consider art to be based off a standard that some elitists decided to define it as. Art can be vague, obscure, messy, precise, detailed, sharp, among many other adjectives which capture a piece and its inspiration. You can’t define art. Art is not defined of determined by conventions. Art, raw art, is creation. It’s expression. It is a language, and it connects and communicates with the viewers to whom it speaks. It is completely open to interpretation. There is no set standard to measure it by, and it is open for discussion without  being an argument. I don’t know if those who try to see art in concrete terms appreciate it much, like art always needs to have a purpose and be analyzed. Art doesn’t have to have an assigned meaning, and the belief that it does only reflects the arrogance of a critic who aims to immediately understand what may be confusing.



Colors happen accidently

In trying to find the perfect shade

Mixing and blending colors that are there

Creating ones that weren’t

The ones before now aren’t