Have you ever walked inside a gallery or museum and find yourself a little confused on how to define one's art?
I knew a lot of folks like that. I count myself among them on certain occasions. Only I'm the type who will spend a little more time to put myself in the artist's shoes and tries to envision his thoughts behind his artwork.
He accomplished it to serve a purpose. Whether someone like it or not, it's there for certain reasons. One, the curator definitely preferred his piece. Two, he planned it to come out that way. Three, he obviously succeeded in conveying his message because he got my attention, our attentions.
After few minutes of thought-processing, we aim to find out who the creator is. We then shift our gaze to the bottom right to locate the artist's signature. Unless he's like me who signs paintings in no particular location, chances are we'll find his at that spot.
We conclude our brief stay by describing the kind of artist we think he is. Knowingly, we judged the person according to his art. Without his presence and own introduction, he has been delimited. And just like him, we will be depicted based on our outputs.
I am an artist. Sometimes defined as an abstract maker, at times a realist. Oftentimes, an impressionist. Truth is, I'm a creation of someone I call the 'Master' of all, creating to bring him glory.
That definition suits me just fine. I hope in the end, they'll say 'The maker is great, because he had such a fine handiwork.'
How would you want to be defined?
