ART IS WHERE YOUR MIND WISHES IT TO EXIST
You can find Art in a blank wall.
It can mean everything
A pale emptiness, surrounded by nonsense
Or a structure, simple, reproducing the simmetry of the Universe.
It is not about the fact that Art may be or not be
It is more about you giving yourself the freedom to feel it
To accept it.
It may be in a Museum, or in a ray of light.
It may be in a stranger’s glance or in a very aged hand holding yours.
It the end, as far as I can see, it is all, and nothing, at the same time.