Art is an interesting concept to me and my own definition of it seems to change frequently. This is odd given how central to my happiness being surrounded by beautiful things and artistic people has been.

Today I’m hiking up a mountain and the way light is bouncing off natural objects made me think of photography and all the science that has gone into it over the years. Does that make the camera itself art I wondered? If so, how much can the photographer really take credit for anymore?

This then led me to think about fashion and how odd I find it that some people care so much about it while others like me strive to be able to get dressed in the dark. The fabrics, colors, design, coordination etc are no less impressive however than what an oil painter must do on canvas or a chef in the kitchen. For me, what has always mattered most is the body beneath the clothes, specifically it’s function, and it’s merely coincidence that function seems to align with our current popular perception of beauty (cosmetic surgical enhancements aside).

I think where I will leave this at today is that life seems to be an endless pursuit of aesthetic whose definition varies widely both across time and across individuals. Making art and, more generally, transforming everyday things into beautiful things, will always bring me joy.

Now back to nature. :)

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