Art is a continuous flow of suspended disbelief.
The evolution of art beyond leaps and bounds, cutting across limits imposed by various civilizations and filtering through imaginations of people of all the ages that have passed by, stands as a worthy testimony to the statement.
Belief in your senses sets the real world apart from imagination. Imagination finds its way to reality through art. Art inspires humans to disbelieve the reality by its sheer charm. Yet, to appreciate it, we have to suspend the disbelief. And this disbelief spreads across various genres.
Paintings, Poetry, Sculptures, Music, Architecture, Theater and a lot more contribute as the genres. But the true spirit of art lies in the Artistic Soul. The world has had artistic souls like Michaelangelo, Bellini, Botticelli, Bruegel, da Vinci, Durer, Raphael, Titian, and the like, who redefined the existing perceptions about art in their time. It is a tribute to their skill as artists, that we have reams of praises, commentaries, studies, research etc. Similar personalities, fortunately, have cropped up in the course of history as a saving grace.
Now, what is this artistic soul? Is it the soul of an artist you inherited after his/her demise?
I tend to have discussions with one of my closest pal, Pavan, whenever we are in a mood to speak our hearts out. After dealing a wide range of topics, we have come to ponder over this three letter word. As per my view, Art is something which comes out of your passion for loving yourself. Different aspects you love about yourself appear in varied proportions in different pieces of art. Sometimes, these works may be your own too. And up to what extent you can assert your love for yourself in this big, wide world, is a measure of your artistic soul.