Ok, this has been on my mind for quite the time and I think I'll express myself now.
Hi, I am a classically trained Performer. I like to use the term performer because it neatly encompasses all that I love to do. I sing, dance, playing several instruments, act, so on and so forth. I'll be bold and say I'm pretty much your whole glee club package +1.
Now that the introduction is over, my subject is Art. Yep. It's as simply complicated as that.
I work with a lot of different people: tap dancers, opera singers, models, jazz violinists, stage actors, you name it. And many if not all are very passionate about what they do. However they all have very different defintions of what and art is. For example: the opera singers say that the classics contain the true essence of vocal performing, whereas contemporary music has no structure and is sloppy...to put it nicely. When I asked them about rap it was mostly detest. It was music but it wasn't an art form, something strange and new someone through together. I asked my other friends who are very pop savvy about operatic music. There response was what you'd think: boring, drab, loud, outdated and has no place in the 21st century. So who's right? Neither of course. Rap has been around here for a long time, a very long time in fact. And yes, I'm doing it, I'm equating poetry to rap. Why? Because that's what it is. Vulgar, rough, rambunctious, lacking in proper grammar? Absolutely. But if anything there is structure, there is rhyme, beat, tempo, mood, denoument, a climax and a conclusion, and above all a clear representation of raw emotion.
Lets side tract to hip hop dancing. In my opinion it is one of the most awesome displays of how music can be brought fromt he metaphysical to the physical in this dynamic display of human interpretation. Where the human body is the vessel and what we are witnessing is the beautiful combination human emotion and music.
Side track to disc jockeys and electronic music composers. Perhaps the strangest yet most dynamic movement of music since musical theatre. Just because the sound you're hearing isn't from a real instrument or an actual cello doesn't mean it isn't music, Dubstep, house, trap, nu disco, future bass, yep, all art. It may not be as nimble and crystaline as Mozart's sonatas or as smooth as Frank Sonatra but it is beautiful in it's own respect. Not just because it's different but because it can be just as nimble and smooth or moreso.
Side track to music vs. visual artists. Nearly one in the same when it comes to emotion. Beethoven's duett mit zwei obligaten augenglasern uses not brushes or a pencil but sounds and pitches to create this abstract, yet uniform and complete portrait of interplay between the viola and cello. And muralist does the same, yet reversed. Delicate and fine landscapes come alive to the sound wind, birds and emotions of joy or grief. The red adds to the horror and vividness of the sounds of war and anguish and fear.
Side track to engineers and architects. Mathematicians even. There is beauty in spontaneity as there is in uniformity. You ever finish a long math problem, get the answer and look at your work? How you've lined everything up, how well your reasoning is conveyed and how your brain struggled to make sense of the question. How from start to finish is your slice-of-life story or your epic journey of turmoil and understanding? And the sums fit ever so perfectly into where they should be. Then using that to create something even more spectacular. A vaulted ceiling, a bridge, a fancy hotel, a sleek car, an efficient engine, an interlocking tapestry of roadways.
So now that I've confused you, riled you, enraged you, ensnared you, and rustled your jimmies, my conclusion. Art is not something we as humans can properly define. We use it to express ourselves and our emotions in the most intricate ways. It's free, it's free to change and be nimble and flexible and refined and redefined. If we limit art, we limit ourselves and our imagination. We're always finding new things out about our consciousness and emotions. We're digging deeper, discovering something that has always been there yet hidden and we're exploring it and learning just what in the hell we are. Some people need Tim McGraw, some need Chopin, some need Pavoratti and others need Skrillex to bring something out of them. To stimulate that emotional trigger. And that's ok. We're human. We create, express and learn but have a horrible habit of being afraid and greedy and trying to cage concepts of which we are still too naive to understand rather than exploring them further and taking into account what emotions are present.
I know this sounds like a bunch of hippie jargon but this is really near and dear to my heart. This is where I get my sense of pride and joy. I don't like people descrediting another's endeavors because they seem lesser than ours. In our passion and struggle we can relate. I'm fairly sure that I'm a bit coockoo in the choo choo train but I've thought, practiced, cried, debated, bleed, struggled, sweated long and hard about this. No it's the most important thing in the world but.....it simply exists. It exists because we do. And existence for the sake of existence is something that we fear and I'm damned tired of being afraid of everything.