By Sr. Spero
Those of us who have passed through several decades seem to have one unanswered question that circles through the years. Mine is “what is art”? I tried to answer the question in school with a confusing course on Aesthetics. That didn’t work, and now, many years later, I’m no closer to the answer. I have learned a couple of things though—that what I like and don’t like has little to do with art; that what moves me, or makes me cry, is not a test of art. That what disgusts me is just as likely to be called great art. And that art takes all forms—the visual arts, music, poetry, dance, theater, as well as the culinary arts, the art of smells–incense or perfume, and many more, such as flower arranging, architecture, and so on. As a monastic at The Community of Jesus, I am surrounded by many forms of art; most recently, the art of making yogurt!
Tolstoy said “a writer [artist] is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.” I am pondering this as a definition of art. Is that quality, so hard to pin down, recognizable in great art, simply a revelation of the “workings of the [artist’s] soul,” wrought through creative struggles with paint, sound, words, movement, even food?
I welcome your comments, thoughts and opinions.
My next big question is “is all art subjective?” or is there an objective measure – to which we can all say, “yes, that is great art.”