While many claim not to understand or to enjoy the Fine Arts, most everyone understands and enjoys certain exceptional automobiles, or certain music, be it
Beethoven,
Blondie, or
Blue Grass. Furthermore, we enjoy a finely designed and constructed home. We revel among beautiful landscaping, or a brilliant Landscape. I recently had an argument with an acquaintance, this particular acquaintance argued with such clarity and
skill that I had no choice but to respect, and even enjoy, the
artistry with which he chose his words, and though I never enjoy losing an argument, I was thankful for the opportunity to experience such a true artisan in action.
Humans
create. Look around us, and all we see was created out of something, or quite often, nothing. Nothing, but an
idea. An idea pursued becomes a
boat,
a painting, a
home, a song, a shirt, a book, an advertisement, a play, a business, sculpture, a
vacuum cleaner, a movie, an entrée, and ultimately, the human experience.
Our present experience of life finds its roots in the Arts. Imagine, however impossible it may seem,
a world without artists. We can’t. Without artists the clothes I am presently wearing, as they are, would not exist, nor would this computer resemble it’s own self. The can of
Coca-Cola to my right would likely not be red, would not have a distinctive
logo, would not conjure up memories of a certain
pretty girl, and most certainly would not seem any different than a
Pepsi. It would just be a plain
tin can. Not even that. I can’t imagine how it would be packaged since I am almost certain that the can was designed by an artist working as an
Industrial Designer.