art.

boring art. is there such a thing? 
hold on. boring. 
i'm not sure i even know what that feels like. 
seriously. i don't know that i've ever felt bored. 


but boring art. is that just short for art that doesn't excite the viewer? is the viewer not moved? is moving and inspiring the purpose of art? perhaps.... 


but i was noticing, as i walked in the woods a couple of weeks ago, that there is just nothing boring (in any sense of the word) in the natural world. i am clearly inspired by the natural world... it's one of the best teachers i have. 

now, i know these rocks didn't just land this way, some human came along, and placed them. (is this art?) but just look at them. are they trying to be other than they are? are they hiding their spots of lichen and age? are they sucking in their sides, or softening their hard edges? NO WAY! 

and check out this lichen... a friend on the walk called them british soldiers. they're teeny. they're reaching for the sky. they're off the beaten path on a mountain somewhere in the middle of maine. and they're living their lives as full and high as they can reach. 


i'd say that is art.