Art is, a curious thing. Depending on whom you ask, it's definition can be a miriad of things; social comentary, political statement, personal story, beauty. Some find it in the most common of placeces, like the clothes you wear, or the ship you live by. Others the most unnusual of places, like the wrekage of an anticuated machine, or the bussing and hum of computers. And further still there remains the grandure and masterpice that is the star filled skyes, and colosal planets, trully awinspiring to behold.
One fact remains undeniable though, art is just a subjective existence. A patern and idea, we persicieve as sublime or grand, yet remains comon to most onlookers. But. In such ideas lies the draw, the world yet to be seen, or rarely seen. the misteries and wonders few dare to even behold. The sublime reality, we so happily take as matter of fack, and comonplace. Is that not the true meaning of art then? To create a new path to places unkonw?