My mother asked me, "What is art?" I said, "Art is painting, playing the piano, singing and dancing."
Mother asked, "Anything else?" I thought for a moment and then said, "well, there are also chess, calligraphy, sculpture and recitation." . . "
I talked a lot, a little impatient and a little depressed, because I really can't find any kind of art to hook me up with. I really regret that I didn't learn some art at the beginning. My mother looked at me and said, "I think you are quite artistic."
I was puzzled and thought my mother was being sarcastic. Mother pointed to the flowers in the vase and said seriously, "Look, these flowers are called lilies, but can you find two identical flowers or two identical leaves?" I look at those flowers, and really no two are exactly the same. Mom said, "In fact, this is art. Just like your existence, no one is exactly like you. Everyone's existence is art, everyone's language is art, and everyone's life has its own art. . "
I asked my mother inexplicably, "If you say so, I got 78 points in the Chinese exam this time. Is it artistic? " Mom said, "Yes, you scared everyone. Isn't this similar to some kind of artistic effect? " And this exam left a deep impression on you and shocked you. Isn't it art? "
Look, I'm a little confused. Mom continued: "You are a work of art in yourself. From birth to death, each stage has its own artistry. What kind of art do you want to be? " Like Michael Jackson, or like Kobe Bryant, maybe like every kind and happy ordinary person, they are all processed in your usual art. "I fell into deep thinking, yes, what kind of ideal do I have and how to work hard? Isn't this the process of creating yourself and art? I said to my mother, "Thank you! "Today's dialogue is very artistic."
It turns out that art is not just piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but exists in every detail of life. Let's enjoy life and art!