What is art?

When our hands give voice to the thought and to the emotions, they also give voice to the concept of “creativity” that always includes the unforseeability.

Falls down

the exiled petal

of an ancient

and forgotten rose.

Wild,

the desire of resewing them,

the velvel companions

slandered by the silence.

Dies

the eternal regret

of a red-hot sky,

burnt by beating hearts

and closed eyes.

Asking ourselves what effectively art is could be compared to asking ourselves what life is, considering the endless conceptual interpretations and the practice of the activities that work under the denomination of artistic activity. I think that nowadays, in this tecnological era, trying to explain what art is could be even more difficult.

A timely remark should be focussing our attentions on the result of these activities, especially on the artistic product: it is generated with the idea of a creator, the artist, who submits it to the opinion of some users who will consequently attribute some value judgments to such a product.

The artist products are born to outlive their creator, and in every artistic realization is contained an eternal and spiritual value, which came from the personal experience of the artist, especially as regards the social reality in which he has lived, he lives or will live.

Let’s try to think about another point of view of art.

Art doesn’t concern just the cultural sphere, but it lives with us in daily life (i.e. our clothes, the objects that we use for our works...), in our thoughts and basically in our mind. The artist possesses that strange ability to produce an object from nothing, an object (or simply a mental abstraction) that now exists and before that moment was never thought, fruit of an idea of the artist itself that has been born in a dark and mysterious place of his mind.

Being creative means using a thinking process that totally escapes from the obvious, and this process really influences the concept of “modern beauty” which is totally different from the platonic or idealistic one.

In my opinion, beauty is what we consider spontaneous, original and also what is able to produce individual answers. “Beauty” is what we clearly find in those artistic products that become the meaning of art itself.

Art is not just what we can see. Art is what we consider useful to let our concept of beauty grow. Art is catching the falling petal of an ancient and forgotten rose. Art is giving voice to the velvet companions slandered by the silence. And it is also the eternal regret of a red-hot sky, burnt by beatings hearts and closed eyes.

D.D.