About Intentionality

Greetings, internet travelers!

Today's post is brief, but it may be immensely valuable if you give it the proper importance, just like our Existence. We have the opportunity, at every moment, of looking at the so called half-full side of being. With the proper intention, every instant is a learning possibility.

I was talking about art with an interesting person I met at my dear friends' gallery recently. I said that I considered myself an artist, but that the things I had gifted the space to weren't art. And it really got to him. How come? What differentiates a piece that allows it to be called art?

My first concrete argument was about intentionality. It changes completely the concept of the processes being conducted. The mere intention changes the reality of it. A strange occurrence similar to the way the observer changes the state of matter.

However, I later concluded that there's an intrinsically important piece to the puzzle, that's even more crucial: You. There's no art creation without an interlocutor. We definitely make art for ourselves, but it then transcends our own boundaries. It generates sensations and feelings that we can't ever predict. It sparks discussions just like this one.

Art is human
Art is connection
Art is feeling

I'm Art
(and also hur)

I dedicate this post to my dear uncle and to the Coringation Nation