Life in all its form is the best artist.
An artist, when left alone, can imitate life.
fruits on table
Perhaps, that’s why Pablo Picasso said:
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.
An artist to me is an aimless wanderer looking for things in plain sight and hidden as well. Who or what gives him that opportunity? The answer is – Life. An artist finds refugee at his home; home which is his mind; mind that takes him from here to there. In the process of travelling from here to there it cannot be certain if he imitates life or creates life or art or becomes one to show us both – life and art.
I’ll leave you with a painting that I did other than the fruit one from above.