A few years ago I would argue that I was never exposed to art while growing up. I now realize that art surrounded me at almost all times. I had a pre conceived notion of what art was or "supposed" to be. If it wasn't a painting hanging on the wall of a lavish museum then it was not to be considered "Art". As I have evolved, so has my definition of what Art is and what it means to me.
Art is beauty, pain, joy, and regret. Art can be every emotion that I can feel or want to feel. Art is a means of communicating thoughts and emotions. Art is life that is all around me and what is great about it is that I can choose to translate it any which way I choose. Art is also judgment, because nothing that is shown to anyone but ourselves comes without judgment.
