"It's very nice, but it's more than just "nice" ... keep looking."
"What am I looking for?"
"What do you see?
"I see a guy hugging a girl"
"And?"
"They're probably boyfriend/girlfriend, and she's dumping him. He looks really depressed."
"Yes, yes - forget the story - what do you see?"
"I see an oil painting of two humans locked in an embrace"
"That's all you see? But there's so much more.. Look, look!"
"I see a statement on loss. The guy, he's hugging the girl, and by all rights, he should be happy. But he's not. He's probably already mourning the loss of her, even though that's still somewhere in his future."
"Statements? Who cares about statements? Tell me what you see!"
"I see art"
"Art, yes, and beyond that? Beyond art?"
"Truth?"
"Truth! Exactly! A deeper truth. This painting, this particular work of art, speaks a deeper truth. It has a soul."
"How can a painting have a soul?"
"It has a soul because it has an identity. It has a heart. The memory of this painting will survive beyond this moment. It will linger in your mind, become part of the tapestry of your subconscious. It has made a lasting impression on you, and you're not quite sure why."
"It's just a painting by some kid. It's not as if it was Picasso or a monet"
"Now you're arguing technique. Not every painting by Van Gogh or Michaelangelo is real art either - although they all demonstrate great technique and craftsmanship, and the scribbled drawing of a five-year old are rarely technically impressive, but they may still have a soul, they still may be real art."
"So you're saying real art is not defined by the skill of the artist? Then just what is real art if anybody can create something more "real" than artists who have spent their entire lives developing their skills?
"Art is still the work of artists, and skill, craftsmanship, technique - those are all critical to the success of an artist's work, but alone, those things are merely pretense. For something to be real, the artist must transfer - shift - a part of him or her self into the work, to transcend the illusion and reach for the truth of art."
"And what is the truth of art?"
"Who knows. I've been asking myself that question for years."