Art is the medicine for the soul. It is the purest form of expectation-less action. Art is the flow of potential through human hands, rising from the deepest fathoms of the human soul, that remain otherwise inaccessible to the world, as well as the self. The self finds an inexplicable sense of expression through art – an expression that is beyond the bounds of words – an expression that can never be defined with explanations – an expression that can never be comprehended through intellect. Inexplicability and inaccuracy are the lifeforce of art. Art is beyond intellect, it is beyond all forms of radical rationalism, it is beyond all those convictions of the mind that are born in comfort and security. Where reasoning fails to do justice to the expression of the soul, there begins the uncharted territory of art.

Every emotion, every phrase or sentence, every bit of human action, can be a form of art. Art is not necessarily bound to the stereotypical notions of the human society. Art can come in the form of a little sentence, art can come in the form of a simple brush-stroke, art can come in the form of an everyday snapshot, art can come in the form of a plain strumming on the fret of an old guitar. Art doesn’t require definition, and more importantly, art cannot be bound by the descriptions of words, yet words themselves can form the most rejuvenating and liberating form of art.

Art is the newly sprung river that keeps flowing at its own pace, based on its own unconditional knacks, passion, and its nature. Nature itself is art, and as such, art can be found in everything that belongs to nature. And in the world we live, there is nothing that doesn’t belong to nature, for everything is nature, hence, everything is art. Even science is art, when it flows pure and free – literature is art, when it flows pure and free – mathematics is art, when it flows pure and free. Any act of the mind that flows pure and free, is art, for freedom is the soul of art.