This blog has, from time to time, has asked the question, "What is art?" so when I read this part of A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki, I thought I would share it with you. The fictional version of the author is married to an artist,
"He was the least egotistical man she'd ever met, nor was he particularly ambitious. His land art projects, like the Means of Production, he deemed successful only when he himself had disappeared from them.
And I have to say, also: READ THIS BOOK. Or listen to it. The audio book is read by the author with singing and expression and chanting and loveliness. It seems weird at first, but go with it. It questions the nature of reality, and somehow does it in a believable way. And it surprised me. So few books really surprise me anymore.