The individuality of art

Each of our likings, our preferences, affinities are so unique. In art too, what we create eventually is very personal. One can learn through the general, the world, the custom, the tradition, but eventually one gravitates to one's own inner sense of harmony wherever it aligns. As if from the depths of our braided genetic code, comes this journey through the generic to yet a very individual braiding with art. Art is perhaps where the genes find their external expression.

Does the gene exist for expression or for propagation? Or the best way to express is perhaps one of its key goals apart from the underlying goal of furthering existence. Existence itself is an expression then, and to express its core function. To further that expression to yet find newer, fuller, more efficient, more beautiful ways of expression, life's function and that becomes its form. Different forms and lives, different drafts of expression. Perhaps that keenest desire or hunger at our core, to give ourselves, to express, to formulate, to drip ourselves drop by drop in language, perhaps it has something to do with the way we are encoded. Doesn't it feel so?

In life that way utility and non-utility, form and function, the beautiful and the useful, art and work (living) thus combine so seamlessly. We, in our lives, keep struggling to find something similar in our created world, this harmony, but the world that the Creator created has found that golden point in life. And perhaps we too find it when we make some art - in making, in becoming, or in one of those creative energy, preservation energy and dissolution of ego functions. Perhaps.