It's not the medium or the oil or the price or whether it hangs on a wall or you eat it. What matters, what makes it art, is that the person who made it overcame the resistance, ignored the voice of doubt and made something worth making. Something risky. Something human.
Art is not in the eye of the beholder. It's in the soul of the artist.
someone in your office could very well be an artist.
she may not know how to draw - but she can do magic with spreadsheets and make them easy to use.
he may not be able to carry a tune - but he may be able to deliver presentations that make people listen.
she may be from the finance and accounting department.
he may be working at the reception area.
it doesn't matter.
they are artists.
and perhaps, in all of us - when we do what we do and imbue it with our perspiration (and sometimes, tears) - there resides an artist.
and sometimes, it may not be beholden by others - and others may see it too different, too weird, too... human.
but what they say or do or how they react do not detract to the work we've done.
i am an artist.
you are an artist.
we are all artists.