Art cannot be defined by using words or sentences. The expression of ideas or the release found in art can loosely be compared to an orgasm. Both have a potential to birth something beautiful.
Some people spend their whole lives trying to find the loose end of this mysterious weave. It’s almost magical when an element of creation can add to progeny, a line of thought brought into reality by infusion of sounds, colours, shapes or even words.
It comes naturally to some as a gift. Others have trouble distinguishing it one from another. What remains is the realization of how colossal, the substance of human imagination.