What is art anyway?

Friends. Art. Florida. We took a trip with friends to visit the Ringling Museum of Art on a Sunday. I've been there before. Baroque.

We took the guided tour but the four of us ended up wandering our own separate ways. I found myself in a room with only myself and these tremendous paintings. So I thought, "I will become one with the art." Well, maybe I didn't think that exact thought, but I did fancy some crooked pictures with the camera perched on my soft purse.

And that brings us to what is art? Clearly the paintings have been defined as art. But what about my photos? Is every photo a work of art? Children's crayon drawings are art, but we don't usually see them in a museum. Is museum art different from ordinary people's art?

But considering that John Ringling was a circus man, where do art and entertainment diverge? There are performing arts and couldn't a circus be considered one? John clearly didn't think so, but delightfully they have added a vast miniature circus to the museum's exhibits.

As long as I get to continue being silly with whatever medium abides me, then I suppose I don't really care what it is called. Or in other infamous words, I'll know it when I see it.