The Magick of Art (Patreon)

I once drew a single line. a single white line upon an empty place and said it was art. And why? What did this mean? Many stared upon it.

Some said it was just a line, others that it was provocative. Some grew upset and argued that it was not art. Then some who found it the start of something more.

The magick of art is that by laying down a single line, I drew out and upon the thoughts and feelings of those who stared upon it. That by sheer will alone, time, effort, and subject, could not decide if it was or was not art. 

And yet I reached into them, into you. You revealed your minds, and thus is born the true nature of art. I see and therefor it is. You see and therefor it is.