One Hundred and Thirty Two

Yesterday

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So I was reading some AP Lit blog responses about "what is art" earlier, right? And I can't help but think what isn't art? Is there a such thing? To pass through our minds, the same minds that give birth to the concept of art and the importance on something that in turn labels it art, how is anything in existence NOT art? Doesn't everything we see have meaning to any one person? To me, that's all it takes-- one person's appreciation for that "things" life. Sure, to most people a paperclip doesn't seem like art, but I can assure you SOMEONE cared enough about it through its creation, its usage, its aesthetic to keep it around today. It even could be beyond its function in our lives; it's what we connect it to. I could easily see a story behind a paperclip where someone's lover dies and their only possession they had on their person during their last breath was a stupid little paperclip. I guarantee you their spouse will never forget that momentous piece of metal. Everytime that widow sees a paperclip afterward, what seems like nothing to most of us will speak volumes to them. That one person's appreciation is what makes it art even if it doesn't SEEM like art to the masses. THAT, by far, is the basis of art-- the personal connection.

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This seriously makes me question the purpose of artistic institutions. Simply based on the idea that it is in the eye of the beholder, like life and religious institutions, how can one person decide ANYTHING for any other being? Shouldn't this all be an individual choice? On that principle, institutions are undermined, because as we all know, institutions are hierarchies of power and the ones in power hold the mysticism over everyone elses' heads.

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