Art.

They say sex is a form of art.
That it gives expression to the soul.

Beautiful words really,if only i didn't have a totally disturbing image of a paint by numbers book i had as a kid.
Which got me thinking..

If sex is an art, who's to say what's genius and what's trash?

Then there's the tricky matter of understanding abstract art.
And cartoons.

And what about the people who were never born artists to begin with?
Do they take the help of paint-by-numbers or do they go with their gut?
Are they laughed at or are they ahead of their times?

Do we pull a Renoir? Or maybe a Dali?
Or do we go ahead and find a different genre altogether?

What happens when we mess up? Do we use more paint or do we start over?

How do we know the line between beautiful and boring?
Between original and pretentious?

And exactly what is the yardstick against which we've been pitted?
Who is keeping track?


Which makes me wonder-
Who are we kidding?

We're as clueless as the guy who has smudged his picture of a farmhouse as did a maestro with his self portrait.


So then,what IS art?
For want of a better word,
Undefined.