Whenever a kind soul tells me that what I do is art I thank them but remain unconvinced. Because if this is art, then life is art. And it probably is.
Today a short poem as a result of my what-is-art musing, spurred on by the poetry of Mr. James Douglas Morrison who some know as Jim, the singer of The Doors. First a recorded portion of what he did so well, and then my contribution:
O Great Creator Of Being
Grant Us One More Hour To
Perform Our Art
& Perfect Our Lives
~ The Doors, "An American Prayer"
What is art
who you are
where you are
what you do
Is there anybody out there?
When I had a look around my photos to see what to post with this poem, the first three photos below with the red thread connecting them caught my attention. All three were shot in Rome, and so the theme for today was born: Rome with a splash of red (or purple, or orange, or sienna).
These were taken over the last six years, as I am in Rome almost on a monthly basis. Tomatoes will be spilled, heart will be followed and it will end in Redrum.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #191: Being