what art means to me.

I’ve come to think of art very differently.

What art was once: a painting, a song echoing through the strings of our hearts, a poem ripping apart our blindness and perhaps, everything beyond and in between tangible forms.

I honour art. The pulse that drives my existence is artistry. But not this kind— not the one that lives in distinctive form. My pulse is real, limitless art.

For me, art is the consciousness of co-creativity. It is the process in which the artist derives inspiration beyond what is seen and apparent, and melts into it, allowing the soul to serve the unseen through intentions and therefore, action.

What truly is the product of art is the whole life of an artist. The entirety of it. Everything in an artist’s life mirrors his/her intentions. The beauty and originality of the artist’s actions become the natural consequence— and it does not merely have to be the painting or the song or the sculpture.

It can be the way the artist gazes into the beauty of a flower; the words uttered, gestures revealed and softness of the moment becomes the work of art. It is how an artist melts into oneness with the work he/she has chosen, and every bit of it reflects the soul with unrequited intimacy.

And this is what I strive for— for my life to mirror the oceans of my heart.

For an artist to begin this precedented journey of giving, one must be reverent, for it’s through reverence that the heart receives lessons through the soul, sculpting intentions effortlessly— then, there becomes no choice but to co-create with the flow of life in harmony, cooperation and love.

Isn’t it worthwhile to begin melting in such a limitless experience? And my heart shudders each time— how rare it truly is to be alive.