THOUGHTS: ART CAN INSPIRE ME

I was driving around a few days ago, when I had a bit of a revelation... The sun was out, the sky was blue, it was cool- not too hot, not too cold... the music was perfect for the moment, and I was just driving around, taking in the scenery, enjoying the moment...

When it hit me... It doesnt seem to be people that I fal in love with. Its moments... its scenery... its audio and visual input... or for lack of better words- ART...

When I need to feel a certain way, I break out an album, a movie, maybe pick up a book and flip through the pages... Art fills me, it completes me (in a way)... it does the same thing that the average person would do for me- it inspires me, helps me think of ideas, concepts, etc... Perhaps these ideas and concepts can be thought of as my, our children, products of the union between me and audio/visual stimuli...

I never have arguements with art... I never have to explain myself to art.... its always there when I need it, and it doesnt get upset when I do not pay it enough attention... definitly benefits over relationships with human beings...

But then again, I also started thinking- it would be nice to have a person to share such things with... be able to find a person that finds art as inspiring as I do... to be able to share the experience with, to be able to grow old and reflect on such things, to be able to have conversations such as "remember that one time...", etc...

Art can inspire me, that much is obvious... but, it would be nice to be able to inspire someone myself... and unfortunaly, art cannot be inspiried... art just.... IS. it can be dissected, analyzed, enjoyed, copyed, shared, and maybe even objectified- but cannot be responsive in any real way.... all in all, art can inspire me, but I cannot inspire art...to me the great piece of art is the female form

somehow, it all seemed to make more sense in my head than it does in print, but I felt like I should write SOMETHING at least, so I can get it out and thing about it in a less abstract way....

There we go- art is abstract, and people are concrete- While there is nothing wrong with falling in love with abstracts, it would be nice to be loved by something concrete- I suppose that is what Im trying to say...