Art may be a subject rather well put for the matter. People look up to masterpieces, find themselves lost in the moment, then call them what they are. It seems marvellous how such a matter changes the way we see the world. If a tragedy changed your perspective for the worse, would you call it art? I guess it's the same for good fortune. Well, what about emptiness? Right now, at this minute, why, I can feel nothing at all. Nothing whatsoever. But it's art, isn't it? It is just as equivalent.
It is all art.