November Eighteenth; For Which Piece of Art am I Thankful?

 Define art.

 Do we think only of a painting as art? What about sculpture or architecture? Is art the use of color or motion, whether actual or through optical illusion?
Is art the end product or the entire creation process?And what, about our favorite piece of art, makes it something we appreciate most?

Define art. 

In my words and thoughts; art is a creation that holds within its composition, beauty. It attracts the individual and causes an emotional response. It brings about a reason to think, question, and discover.So where do you find art?

Written word; 

The process of putting word to print, collecting the right words to express the thoughts and purpose the author proposes. Putting words together in the various forms of poetry, seeking to stir emotion. The rhythm of the words a second heartbeat to the soul. Bleeding words onto paper in the form of prose. Creating a suspenseful that has the reader on edge waiting for the character’s next move. Creating an emotional response where the reader sheds tears of grows angry at the actions of the characters. The non-fiction that opens the mind of the writer to share insight with the reader.


It doesn’t matter the genre or instrument, music soothes the savage beast within us. We each have a type that brings out the reaction of the moment. Whether we need to relax or get energized. For the musician, the very act of producing new music and sounds an act of the soul. It is there which our emotions emit and allow the overflow to create.


 A result of music. The act of allowing our body to feel and move as the music touches our emotions. Through the elegance of ballet to the fun of a Carolina Shag. It doesn’t or shouldn’t matter if anyone is watching, dance as the music moves you.


 Yet another part of music. Where we lift up our voice and share the feelings within. The variety of songs vast enough that there is always one that you can’t help but belt out. Whether you sing along with the radio, sing karaoke, or stand on stage in front of an audience. It doesn’t matter if you have the voice of an angel or sing  off key so badly that dogs howl. It is personal expression, and fun.


  Taking a lump of wet clay and molding it into what ever the creative spirit leads you. Whether a vase, a statue or a platter. A statue of  something known or of something strictly from a quirky imagination.


With medias so extensive, the possibilities are endless. Whether the artist chooses one media or mixed, subject matters and styles all available. Yet one more means to reach out for reaction. To leave the finished work there for the viewer to define what it says to them. We each see things differently, art speaks to the viewer differently. Different minds and tastes as individuals, gives us the chance to explore and discuss and learn from and with each other.

What about art created by and in nature? 

When each different snowflake joins together with others changing an ordinary landscape into a winter wonderland? When trees devoid of leaves become coated with ice and the sunlight strikes it just right. When rain falls in a desert and plant life explodes, covering the landscape in flowers. A sunset that fills the evening sky with a multitude of color. The songs of the birds. The list, is endless.

How, in all of that, do I pick a favorite? Easy actually. The human body, with its ability to recognize the art and beauty that it is and that is in everything around it.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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