Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie,
To lull the daughters of Necessity,
And keep unsteady Nature to her law,
And the low world in measured motion draw
After the heavenly tune, which none can hear
Of human mould with gross unpurged ear
I have argued elsewhere that art, by being an extension of individuality, is the strongest and most worthy expression of the meaning of life. Indeed, without meaning art cannot exist, and so the pursuit of art is fundamentally meaningful and fulfilling; rather than ‘art for art’s sake’ I champion ‘art for life’s sake.’ But how do we define art? Can art be reasonably rated by quality, or does its nature render the attempt futile? And what artforms lend themselves best to artistic expression? Continue reading “On Art”