An Artist called Marcel Duchamp once said

Art can be anything

As long as an artist says it is.

An artist can lay

in bed all day

watching Richard and Judy and the Jerry Springer show on daytime t.v.

That's art.

Because I say it is

And I am an artist.

An artist can turn buying a packet of fags into art.

It is art.

It is art because I say it is

And I am an artist.

Art is everywhere, you are art, being here is art, drinking your coffee is art.

How does it feel?

You are an artist.

Art can be anything you want it to be.

Falling in love, having a fight, banging your head on a wall.

cooking breakfast, buying a book, going to work.

It's all art.

A pile of bricks, a urinal, a dead horse.

Some-one's mum and dad, a long end on a fag.

All the blokes you've ever shagged. (written on a tent)

Art is insidious it seeps into your life,

Turning daily and ordinary acts,

Into acts of beauty or rebellion.

I lie in bed and imagine the great art I would do if I could only get up off my arse,

Or, if I didn't have to go to Tesco's,

Or, if I didn't have to go to work.

I call this art, it's a concept, an idea, a fantasy about being an artist.

I think about what it's like to be an artist,

I think artistic thoughts.

I think, that even thinking this is an act of art.

Like many artists I am obsessed.

It drives me mad, but I wouldn't cut my ear off over it.

I wouldn't call a pile of shit, art,

Although some shit is better than some art.

And some art is made out of shit.

I don't know much about art,

But I know what I like.

I like the freedom it gives me

to pull the wool over my ordinary life

By calling it art.

By calling myself an artist.

Art is subversive, it challenges who we are and what we want to be.

It's a kick in the eye,

It's a pig on a stick.

It's some blokes burning a million pounds outside of the Tate.

It's your life and mine.

Art can be anything

Your life can be your art

If you like your life, like you like art.

Art can be anything

As long as an artist says it is.

I like this idea

And I know what I like

I like art,

I like my life,

But I wouldn't hang it on my wall.

It would clash with the carpet.

I wouldn't call myself a painter

I'm a Conceptualist.

I think,

I am an Artist.

Therefore

I am.

There are thousands of artists,

Some good, some bad, some dead, and some possessed by real genius.

Think of an artist you like

And think of their greatest work

The question is,

If your life could be a work of art

Which kind or art would it be

Would it inspire you

Would it set fire to your soul

Would it change how you feel and how you deal with the world?

Have you already chosen the print from Ikea because it matches your walls

Or the photo from Athena,

Or the babies in eggcups

Or the kittens in baskets

Cos they make you feel nice.

This is your choice,

You are an artist

You can say what is art and what is not.

Do you choose it for love or aesthetic or for meaning or

Does it slide neatly into your life, without a ripple.

Fitting in nicely with your soft furnishings and the shade of your velveteen sofa

I love Art, me

Art

Bart

Cart

Dart

Fart

Heart

Mart

Part

Start

Tart

Loving art

Living art

Abstract art

Mad Aart

Bad art

Sad art

Shocking art

Minimal art

Pop

Impressionist

Surrealist

Futurist

Constructivist

Dadaist

Socialist

Anarchist

Duchamp said a urinal was art

And that was just the start