I like this essay because what the author feels the same way for me. It amazingly similar to what I think. I feel so emotional to say what I am thinking after reading this essay.
The blurring of art and life is exact what I am always thinking. When I read this:" Brushing my teeth, for example, in the morning when I'm barely awake; watching in the mirror the rhythm of my elbow movmg up and down ..."and "I looked up once and saw, really saw, my face in the mirror. I rarely looked at myself when I got up, perhaps because I wanted to avoid the puffy face I'd see, at least until it could be washed and smoothed to match the public image I prefer. (And how many times had I seen others do the same and believed I was different!)" I feel shocked. It happens a lot on me, sometimes I watch in the mirror of my self and suddenly I feel the person in the mirror is so strange and so new to me. I barely know him or when I watch him I feel so different with what I think in my imagaination. Every morning when I wake up, a new day is coming and life keeps going without one second stop. I am saying busy everyday, busy at class, busy at working out, busy at eating... Everyday I rush from one class to another class, barely giving myself sometime to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the road, barely paying attention to passengers accompanied, baring noticing the fun from the routine daily activities.
Art not only exists in the gallery or museums, when you enjoy your life, art is life and life is the most amazing art you have ever seen.
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