Converting Art to Art
The first question I asked was, “Are you an artist?”
“Hell yeah, I’m an artist,” was the reply.
My follow-up was, “What kind of art do you produce?”
“I take pictures.”
“Is taking pictures really art?”
“What do you do?”
“I paint,” was my reply.
“Is that really art?”
“I think so,” I said. “Does that painting over there evoke anything in you?” I pointed to a half abstract landscape on the wall.
“It takes me back to lazy summer days fishing on the river bank near where I grew up. I like it.”
“It started as a photo,” I said.
An iPhone with the picture of a butterfly half-hidden in a flower appeared in front of my face. “Do you like this?”
“Beautiful,” I commented. “It captures the essence of a spring garden.”
“So, what is art?” Now I was contemplative about the whole art thing.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “But I know it when I feel it in my soul. Send me that picture, please.”
