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 Don’t worry Mrs. Liamini, I’m aware that this blog is late…but I guess it was an accidental artistic choice? Defying the construct of time, breaking boundaries like an admirable work of art usually does. 

Contrary to popular belief however, I believe that art doesn’t require intention—but rather, interpretation. Let me begin by explaining that art doesn’t necessarily have to be man-made. Even the dirt sprawled across a sidewalk is nature’s conviction on canvas, as long as the eye of the beholder sees it that way. Intention is a complex trait attributed only to humans (unless you believe in a God or higher power), and I think that sadly limits our perspective of art to something that’s only touchable by humanity. Art isn’t simply pencil on paper. It isn’t just ink blotches on walls. Art is the blemished fur under a panda’s eyes. Art is the iridescent waves that engulfs the northern sky. Art is an abandoned leaf dancing through the wind. Although many religions may disagree, these art forms don’t require any intention for creation; they only exist as art because there is someone out there who looks at these accidental fabrications and interprets it as art themselves. 

To me, these are the most powerful works of art. Nature’s inventions left untouched and uncorrupted by mankind. As a singer, composer, and writer, I know this opinion may be controversial, but I firmly believe that intention is far too often forced into human art. It takes away from the beauty and authenticity that encapsulates the essence of art. 

Remember how forced my intro was? That’s because I forced intention into something that in reality, was an accident and has no meaning. Artistry doesn’t necessarily have to mean originality. Sure, the glistening waves of the ocean may be a cliché, but its plain existence without an artist’s signature, title, or description, is what makes it so liberating.