value

The value of art isn't in the work itself, but in experiencing in the tangible world something of the intangible. Witnessing formless expressed in form, the contents of the mind, heart and spirit of the artist thrust into space for our eyes to witness. It has no true value to an artist beyond the process of creation and none to a viewer beyond the process of perception.

Once created and seen, the piece itself can, however, becomes a husk tied to the ego of the artist or observer who wishes to possess it's expression in the world for himself. To hold on to the feelings generated at the peak of experiencing, which have long since passed. To have it's beauty tied to him, as if it were a personal reflection and not a universal phenomenon.