Someone asked me via e-mail, “What is Art?” I really have not much idea since the definition of art can be so wide and my knowledge so shallow. Anyway, I offered several points of views which I shall not really elaborate here because I just want to share these two very nice visuals on this post instead of writing chunks and chunks of words. Let this then be your food for thought :)
The original “Nude Descending A Staircase”, Marcel Duchamp (1912):
So what is so nude that is descending what staircase?
(many thanks to geeky friend for pointing this out)
I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or omits things just as he fancies; he makes many a big thing small and small thing big; he does not hesitate to exchange things in the foreground with things in the background. In short, his task is to paint pictures, not to write history. The flow of events forms our external life, while within us a series of pictures is painted. The two correspond, but are not identical.