A personal observation of what the function of art is.
I believe that art is a part of metaphysical expression. It is an attempt to grasp at the bits of reality that lies in between the cracks of the understood and described world. It is the exercise in capturing the essence of which we have yet to create words for, and to make it a concrete part of the human experience. We acknowledge that there is a substance that resides in these quasi spaces, but they elude us, when we look them directly in the eyes. And art is our best attempt at reconciling this intangible phenomenon. It is also our attempt at conveying the personal experience to the philosophical (Other). The “Other”, is any other human being, which is inherently laden with the insurmountable gap of empathy between the self and another. This infinite chasm is what drives us to extro and introspection.
Art bears no weight outside the context of an institution or community. It serves as a mirror to reflect the synthesis of one’s socialization. Furthermore, it serves as a magnifying glass that concentrates the ontological framework of the individual and projects it for the consumption of one’s counterparts. The counterpart functions as the antithesis to the self/ego, and without it, the self would inflate like a balloon, with no boundaries.
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