Life as Art

Why not life as art? There is a sense, I think, even today, that art is some creative work done by an artist. However, I find myself, somewhat often, admiring things that we use and are around everyday. I think I get this from my father, he's an engineer and through him I learned to look at what goes into everything that we see and use. There are designs and machining, or molding, and countless other processes.

When you look at a couch, not as a singular piece of furniture, but as a creation requiring the abilities of the designer and his ideas, to the carpenter who frames the base of the structure, and finally the upholsterer who sews, and stitches, and pads the frame to create the piece of furniture that we find in our home. You see, when looking at it from that standpoint, everything is art and we are able to be consumed by all of the things that we come in contact with. There is an artist, who many, many years ago, brought with him a standard urinal as part of his exhibition and actually shocked many people with it. This is a perfect example of life as art, it's not what something is, but rather how we perceive it, and because of that art is both everything and nothing at once.