What if your life was a work of art?

I’ve always believed that art resides within the depths of the human brain, at the seat of perception.  The mind interprets the colors and shapes perceived with the eyes, assigning meaning and value.  This makes each of us the final arbiter of art, the ultimate artist.  In much the same way we assign meaning and value to the art work that is our lives.  The ultimate act of artistic creation is to create one’s own life.  Our careers, relationships, children, our homes & environs, the thoughts we think, all contribute to the ultimate artistic creation.

What if your life was a work of art?
Each of us is currently painting this painting of life.
When your time is up, will your painting be complete?
Will it serve the purpose you truly want?

“The ultimate use of the human brain is to create one’s own life.”
- Ilchi Lee, Creator of Brain Education



When I saw the beginning of this post, it reminded me so much of Lois McMaster Bujold, an amazing SF/F writer whose works I’ve been reading for years now.  Her regular stuff is great space opera (like the Vorkosigan Series) but her newer series, “The Curse of Chalion,” is a study in spiritualism in a fantasy world.  The second book of the series, Paladin of Souls, follows a spiritually scarred woman on her path to healing while saving the world from rampant packs of demons.  I don’t do much justice in my description, but suffice it to say that Bujold manages to create intricate stories of people in far-away worlds that keep you riveted while exploring motherhood, spirituality and philosophy at the same time.  One of my favorite quotes from the book is this:

“Your soul is your own. To make of what you will. We are all of us, our own works, we present our souls to our patrons at the end of our lives as an artisan presents the work of his hands” ~Paladin of Souls, by Lois McMaster Bujold

~MS the Younger


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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. BookGirl
    Aug 09, 2009 @ 19:42:16

    I’ve always been fascinated by the concept that the uniqueness of each individual — combination of neurons and experience — dictates that our interpretation of an object will not be exactly the same as someone else’s (not to mention our experience of a situation, concept, etc.).

    This complements your notion of “art resid[ing] within the depths of the human brain,” so that we are the “final arbiter of art, the ultimate artist.” It’s that uniqueness I think about when, sadly, I hear people say that they’re not “artistic.”



  2. steve
    Aug 12, 2009 @ 02:45:55

    ….Great great commentary on how people perceive their life….mine might black and white photo of little boy and little girl holding hands walking down a long road ahead…thats my penelope and I……….this really made me think……..this is why this is one of my favorite blogs..thanks

    zman sends


  3. dmariemart
    Aug 12, 2009 @ 07:36:39

    I think my internal life might look a little like a Jackson Pollock canvas. My external life would be more along the line of a Jasper Johns target image. :-)


  4. artistatexit0
    Aug 18, 2009 @ 07:52:50

    Nice article. I remember as an art student being introduced to the idea that there is a “right side” to the brain that being involved with art helps stimulate. Then looking at our educational system it became apparent that we don’t take that part of the brain as seriously. To lead as full a life as possible we need both sides to work in concert. We are material and spirit that can be shaped and in that sense we are both artist and artwork.


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