My Definition of Art

Art is defined as something of value in world where there is no fear of illusion. It is the under layer and the sensibility about structure that define and surround the difference and the differance (as defined by Derrida) of the tragic and magical subtext and margins of our profoundly strange reality. And is it all a trap? Lies abound about all things in a Democracy, and window shopper lies and tawdry gossip has replaced the media. Truth is in the eye of the beholder in a world of fantasy where how one feels about an issue or an item and faith-based reasoning has replaced the true value of that icon. When we think of a creature that is a bionic andro- creation of androids and machines that has been born to replace them and do better and build better, we wonder at why we live in a world that is almost certainly a matrix, an possibly a structure of holographic grids and holo fields with matrix issued “entities” where nothing is real. From those that view Earth from space we hear that there is nothing there to find, merely ghosts, wraiths and wisps of illusion. A black hole, a fantasy: and this defines all framing of life and the definition of art and life itself, inherently.